It was not bitter cold, and I had cigarettes, so the wait was not uncomfortable. It seemed like quite some time elapsed before a small pickup stopped. The driver informed me he was only going to the next exit but offered me a ride. I quickly declined, “I really want to get all the way to Charleston, and if not, I would just as soon stay here under a light. But, thanks,” He nodded and pulled away. I resumed watching no traffic pass. In what seemed like 30 minutes, I saw the same small pickup approach the ramp again from a different direction,
The same driver stopped again and offered, “I will take you all the way to Charleston, if you let me give you a blow job.” Again, I declined, “That’s nice, but if that’s what it takes to get me to Charleston, I would rather just stay here.“ He did not respond, but quickly pulled away again heading up the ramp in the direction I was heading. It was getting on onto the night and still no ride. Shortly, I noticed the same pickup coming back down the highway headed toward the exit ramp on the other side. I did not want to decline the next offer.
Feeling and urge to depart quickly, I grabbed my pack and headed straight up the embankment to the highway. And at the top, leapt over the guardrail and landed in the breakdown lane just as a car was hurtling by. I flashed my thumb and the driver applied his brakes and pulled over about a hundred yards down the road. I did my best sprint, got there in record time, and quickly settled into the passenger seat. The driver smiled and announced, “I am only going to Charleston, but I can drop you off in a good spot.” “Thanks a lot, I never thought I would get out of Ripley.” He agreed, “Some folks never do.” It was a pleasant thirty minute drive to the middle of Charleston.