“I don’t mean to be rude, but you fit a certain mould," she said, smirking, "the unhappily married guy in a Beemer. You must’ve picked me up on the off chance I might fall in love with you on the thirty-minute drive”

Before today, I had never picked up a hitchhiker. I guess I never had the courage, but also you don’t see them too often nowadays, at least not in the city or the suburbs.

One Sunday, ten years or so back, the police knocked […]