I seem to take particular notice of the occasional hitch hiker along Hwy 29 each time I drive by during the noon hour on my way to United Health Group in Howard. Hwy 29 is what connects Green Bay to such great Western places as Wausau, Eau Claire, and The Twin Cities. Today's particular Gentlemen was holding a well made cardboard sign with thick black letters that stated, "Wausau."
The hitch hiker was wearing an African looking cap, large and bowl shaped, with sage, ivory, and terracotta stripes. There was a green army coat and a bag of some sort, a rustic beard completed the ensemble. I noticed that he would flash his sign as people drove by. I found this interesting because, if I was advertising for a ride, I would want to bear my sign proudly. The entrepreneur in me also thinks the hitch hike effort is possibly more successful if the sign lists the benefits of having you as a travel companion. I, at least, have the expectation that if I'm going to pick up a hitch hiker, he or she should be a good conversationalist. They wouldn't last long if they just sat there like a bump on a long.
Returning to the reason why I'm writing about him, as I looked at this guy on the side of the road today, I wanted nothing more than to stop and say, hey buddy, hop in let's drive to Wausau. Instead of wasting my life away today in my boring corporate existence, I was seriously thinking of having a skip day. I was actually jealous of this guy. He was like totally just standing there on a Friday afternoon and bumming his way to Wausau. I would give anything to have a Friday afternoon where all I needed to do was kill time. That just doesn't ever happen anymore.
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