We were coming back from Yosemite when the transmission blew on my buddy Dane’s van.
We realized that we had to hitchhike home. Five of us.
“Let’s break up into a group of two and a group of three,” Dane said. “It’ll be easier to get rides that way.”
We all stood there. None of us knew how we should divide up.
One of our other friends said, “Let’s match better-looking with worse-looking.”
We all stared at him. Everyone but Lee. The idea made sense to Lee. He’s 6-foot-3 and looks like an underwear model. He said, “ok.”
I shrugged. “Whatever.” I’m not going to worry about it. “Let’s just go.”
“How should we divide it then?”
Dane pointed at me and Lee, “Pete with Lee. The other three of us can go together.”
I shook my head but I didn’t argue. I’m 5-foot-5 and dirty.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” our other friend said. “I mean Pete would never get picked up.”
“Yeah, just look at him. He’ll never get a ride on his own.”
Not true. I’ve hitchhiked before. And I got picked up by a pedophile once.