Small World

One of Matt’s many oddities that I am forced agree to put up with is, he picks up hitchhikers. Today on his way home from Cheyenne he saw a young guy hitch hiking in the middle of nowhere (Hwy 85). The man was holding a sign but Matt couldn’t see what it said. He stopped and asked what the sign said. It read, “I won’t kill you.” Matt gave him a ride.

Justin, the hitchhiker, is a student at Chico State University and was hitchhiking home to Deadwood, South Dakota. Matt gave him a ride to Lagrange, but with 0% chance of him getting a ride out of Lagrange, Matt brought him home to our house.

They hung out in the driveway a bit while Matt asked me if he could drive the guy to the next town so he could catch a ride. I agreed (it was either that or invite him to dinner.)

While we chatted it up in the driveway, my neighbor Jessica strolled by. She looked at him and stopped walking. He looked at her and then waved and said, “Jessica?” 

Turns out, they used to work at the same restaurant in South Dakota and they reconnected in my driveway in the middle of nowhere Lagrange.

Small World.