Today I was driving into town to pick up the thyroid meds for the cat and go for a run. As I was driving, I passed this guy on his way to town. Walking. Now this is no short walk. I don't know where he goes, but he must have a good 5 miles ahead of him. I always see him, with his backpack, headed into town. And I always think, poor guy, it's a long walk.
Regardless, I don't think I'll be picking up any hitch hikers, MOM. I guess I'll settle for donating my hair for the fourth time - next month is going to be the big chop, chop. The only risk there is a really bad cut.