Everyone has been told at some stage never to speak to strangers and never to pick up a hitchhiker. Fiona and I tend to avoid this type of thing but a few days ago it could not be helped.
Driving slowly looking for a place to swim we noticed a thud in the back of the truck. Typical.. No thumb out.. No please would you mind , just jumped in expecting a free ride. Your kidding me . I must say this is not the first time this has happened but I was not going to get out and argue.
How dare he. The arrogance of it all. How does he know we are going the same way !
I laughed and said to Fi, I should ask him if he would like a coffee and the New York Times. Prince charming did not seem impressed with the ride quality nor was he interested in small talk with us.
It seemed like he had other things planned. He invited a special friend along for the ride. Even though I have tinted windows, he knew we could see the shenanigans in the back.
He was not bothered in the least. I was starting to understand what late shift taxi drivers may have to deal with. Things were starting to get festive.
I know , in the back of my car at the beach! Who would believe that story. Needless to say once he had… ummm done his thing , I was given the signal to stop and the two secretive lovers pulled themselves together then politely disembarked. You guessed it, I did not get a tip, not even a Thank You. How rude!
Fiona and I did eventually get to our lunch and swim, Even though I cant stand the pictures of food thing. I thought I would just add a snap shot of our lunch in to clean this post up a bit.
This place never ceases to amaze me. Just another simple day at the beach.
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