CallMeKate
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- Location
- Mid-Atlantic US
My one and only hitchhiking story could have ended up a lot worse than it did. It was 1977 and my boss's brother had gone missing from Camp Lejeune. (So yeah, AWOL.) She wanted to hitch down there from PA and her mama didn't want her to go alone. They took an unsuspecting me out for a fish dinner and her mother begged me in tears to go with her. Naive or just plain dumb me agreed and we started out right then... rainy Saturday night. No plan, little money... ugh!
Got to the base the next day and the brother's commander said "sorry, girls, can't help, we'll call when he returns or we find him." So we had to turn right around. I have no idea why she even thought going there would be a good idea, or what we could have done there!
Anyhow, we were very fortunate to have rides with extremely kind people. One trucker, after a lecture of the century about how dangerous hitching was, bought us a hot breakfast and waited with us at the restaurant until he was sure he could secure a safe ride for us. He did, and that was a Canadian trucker who took us directly to our front doors although it was slightly off his route. I still remember his name. Kind of a good memory that could have had a much different ending.
Got to the base the next day and the brother's commander said "sorry, girls, can't help, we'll call when he returns or we find him." So we had to turn right around. I have no idea why she even thought going there would be a good idea, or what we could have done there!
Anyhow, we were very fortunate to have rides with extremely kind people. One trucker, after a lecture of the century about how dangerous hitching was, bought us a hot breakfast and waited with us at the restaurant until he was sure he could secure a safe ride for us. He did, and that was a Canadian trucker who took us directly to our front doors although it was slightly off his route. I still remember his name. Kind of a good memory that could have had a much different ending.