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Once, while hitchhiking from California back to my hometown in western New York State, I was let off at some interstate exit in the desolate deserts of Nevada and joined a long string of hitchhikers who were already there ahead of me with hopeful thumbs out seeking a ride.
I joined the end of the line with a handwritten sign saying one word: "PLEASE," and wonder of wonders, I was the first to be picked up, and that ride took me all the way to Pennsylvania - almost the entire way home. Courtesy works.
By the bye, this was in a 50's vintage car that my new friend who picked me up was nursing along at 55 mph, back when speed limits of 75 were common, and most traveled faster than that on the vast reaches of interstate concrete from Nevada across the Great Prairie. Needless to say, it took a long time to get to PA.
I ran out of money and subsisted on peanut butter, a loaf of bread, and a bag of apricots procured along the way. I haven’t been able to eat apricots since.
Courtesy can be very powerful.
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