When getting a ride home for Thanksgiving, the first step is hitchhiking. But when I stood with my microphone on the on ramp of the highway in Boston, no one stopped as I yelled, “Going to Georgia?!” People stared, but no one pulled over. I was about to give up and find another form of transportation when, finally, two lovely men in a red van pulled over. The conversation went something like this:
Lovely Men: What are you doing?
Me: I need a ride home for Thanksgiving!
Lovely Men: Where are you headed?
Me: Atlanta, Georgia.
Lovely Men: We can take you as far as the Macy’s in Cambridge.
Don’t get me wrong. It was extremely sweet of these men to pull over and try to help me out, but I was going to need a lot more red vans if the trip was going to be sectioned off one department store at a time.