The days of hitch-hiking feel long lost with the advent of ride-sharing apps, and the general convenience of a world filled with smartphones.
And yet, there are still circumstances where people find themselves wandering the open road looking for a ride, and it wasn't that long ago that this was far more common.
While some people are apprehensive about the potential risks of picking up a stranger, others relish the adventure and connection of opening their car to someone mysterious.
To be fair, if they had been murdered it would be very hard for them to write on Reddit.
I don't know if this woman counts as a "hitchhiker," but she was running down the side of the road screaming and waving her arms, begging someone to stop, so that's close enough I suppose.
This was a mixed residential/commercial street in a really sh*tty neighborhood of a major East Coast city in 1996. I was sixteen years old and erroneously convinced of my own indestructibility. So, when I saw this woman running down the sidewalk, tears streaming down her face, screaming and waving her arms, I started slowing down.