Catching a ride

The year is 1971. Las Vegas. 8PM on a Saturday night. After losing all his money at the casino, a man walks along a highway with his thumb up, hoping to hitch a ride home.

A car passes slowly.

“Where you headed?” the driver asks.

“New York City.” the man replies.

“Sorry, we’re not going that way. Good luck.” says the driver.

Another car passes slowly.

“Where you headed?” the driver asks.

“New York City.” the man replies.

“I can take you as far as Nebraska.” says the driver.

“Nope – it’s either NYC or nothing.” says the man.

“Ok.. uh, then I guess I can’t give you a ride.” said the driver.

“Yea, I guess not…” says the man.

Another car passes slowly.

“Where you headed?” the driver asks.

“New York City.” the man replies.

“Me too.” A dog barks in the backseat.

“…But I don’t like dogs. You’ll have to choose between us.”

“My dog.” replies the driver, and drives away.

Another car passes slowly.

“Where you headed?” the driver asks.

“New York City.” the man replies.

“Really? Here – take these train tickets to NYC. It’s a long story, but I can’t use them.” said the driver.

“I don’t ride any kinds of trains. Ever since my brother became a subway conductor, my family’s been torn apart over it. It’s a long story.” says the man.

The driver pulls the car over and they both share their very long stories. They become fast friends, and talk all night. At dawn, the driver gives the man extra helicopter tickets to get home (it’s a long story.)

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