Sheryl knew it probably wouldn't work, but she stretched out her arm and extended her thumb anyway. She had been walking for three hours already. What would a little standing and waiting do to make things worse? She watched the cars whiz past her on the highway, trying to make eye contact with every driver to guilt them into pulling over. She didn't care where they were headed; she just wanted out and away.
After about an hour, when her arm was starting to feel numb, a car slowed down and stopped next to her. She hadn't eye-guilted the driver because there was no driver. The door opened and she was sucked inside and strapped in, suddenly all too concerned with where she was being taken. As the car began to speed forward, almost as if taking off, she screamed
"WHERE ARE WE GOING?!"
A tiny robotic voice said, "Neptune." Well that was certainly out and away. FAR away.
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