Last night, my friend Jeff posted something on his wildly popular humor site about the time that, against his will, I picked up hitchhikers while we were driving between LA and San Francisco. He was nice enough to include a link to my site in his post, and apparently quite a few folks took the bait and checked out MM.com… only to be greeted by my ranting about Dingell and hand-wringing over the automotive bailout. And, let’s just say that not everyone made the transition from red-state comedy to blue-state politics easily. Here’s a comment left on Jeff’s site at 3:48 pm this afternoon by a fellow calling himself Rick:
Way back when Ronnie Reagan was learning the presidency, my girlfriend at the time and I hitched from Huntsville Alabama out to L.A and back. Took 3 months. Southern route out; northern route back.
So many stories. So many nice, decent, generous people. But the weird ones jump into my mind. Some guy around Chicago wanted us to go with him to make porno movies. “Hey look, there’s my exit…”
One guy I probably wouldn’t take a ride from is Jeff’s friend Mark he linked to in this update. I went to his blog. The guy’s kind of a douche. No he’s solidly a douche.
That’s me — solid douche. 100%. All the way through.
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I’ve never thought of you as that solid, Mark.
I don’t think you are a douche.
I don’t think you are a do-uche.
Oops.
I thought you had set the bar for douche at McClellan – so in my opinion you have quite a ways to go.
Don’t look at me. I’m not saying a thing.
I like this fellow Rick. I think he’s on to something!
I don’t even know what that means.
Talk about a Deja Vu! I picked up several hitch-hikers in CA while en route from LA to SF in late 1972. They proceeded to help themselves to the $2 a gallon California Mountain Red Wine. After they exited, my traveling pals and I found a little token of their journey; a puddle of barf in the back of our econoline.