Parents got divorced when I was 13. Dad lived in Maryland and mom & me moved to North Carolina. I got a little rowdy by the time I reached 15 so mom sends me to stay with dad. We end up having a little disagreement so I said **** this, I'm going back to North Carolina. Dead of winter. January. Cold....in the teens and lower. I take off hitchhiking. I make it to the Richmond Va. turnpike about 3am....and damn it's cold. Didn't know you couldn't hitchhike on the turnpike. Sure enough a Va. state trooper pulls up, tells me I can't hitchhike on the turnpike then asks me where I'm headed. I tell him NC, and a little white lie "My mom is sick."
He says , "I can't let you hitchhike out here, but I have family that owns a gas station couple of exits down. I'll drop you off there, and they'll give you a cup of coffee. Probably burn a joint with you, and give you a sign to hitchhike on the ramp with. "
I couldn't believe my ears. Sure enough he did just that, and sure enough they did just what he said they'd do.