My weekend, Part 1

[bigsteel15]

Thought I would share my weekend as it was quite awesome.

Friday I took of around 10 AM for the 6 hr+ drive to Dawson Creek.
About 3 hours in I'm coming out of a small town and see a lady hitcher.
Keep in mind this is a small farming/oil town of about 3000 people and hour away from a city of about 75000 (Grande Prairie).
OK, so I take a quick look to see that she's not a "bum". No signs, decent looking clothes, white hair, tanned. Looks to be about 50ish.

So I pick her up.


Any guesses?

[Mrs. Wallnut]

Okay I won't say what Mark said when I read this to him and he was waiting for the punch line.

But his guess would be a cross dresser????

but other than that I would not know what to guess.

[RayintheUK]

My guess would be some well-known person - movie star, perhaps?

[Edit] How much further off could I be?

Ray.

[cabinetman]

I was right behind you, had a load of plywood, had to slow down too fast, and the plywood shifted. Luckily, there was enough shoulder off the road to pull over. Anyway I saw her and it was Alice B. Toklas. That was you wasn't it?



"I'M NEVER WRONG - BUT I'M NOT ALWAYS RIGHT"

[BobSch]

I was right behind you, had a load of plywood, had to slow down too fast, and the plywood shifted. Luckily, there was enough shoulder off the road to pull over. Anyway I saw her and it was Alice B. Toklas. That was you wasn't it?

Did she have any of her brownies with her???

[bigsteel15]

So she gets in. I realize she is native with bleached hair, probably about mid 30s (still looks 50 though if you know what I mean).
First thing she says to me after the pleasantries about where you goin, etc is (insert accent/slur here) "you got anything to smoke?"
No says I, as we both puff on our cigarettes.

So she tells me that her car broke down and there's a guy on the reserve that sells parts cheap.
OK. Fine.

Next... (I think Mark already guessed, which figures seeing as he's a truck driver).

She says she needs to raise some money and "looking to make a trade".
I'm not says I, faster than I can spit out my coffee.
"Oh, sorry to shock you", she says
No problem says I as I drive my foot as hard as I can on the gas pedal and CRANK the tunes up.
That was the longest 20 miles at 85 MPH I've ever had.

[DUD]

I live in the big city of Jonesboro, Ar, population 55,000, Brian so I knew the answer. As We drive around Jonesboro, I point them out to LOML, and She most always says no way. I just smile and keep going. Bill