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Taken For A Ride
I used to live in Silicon Valley. For those of you who aren't
familiar with the area, depending on who you talk to, Silicon
Valley includes everything from San Jose to San Francisco to
Santa Cruz. Now then, Santa Cruz is an odd little town. It's
sort of a white-bread Berkeley-lite — one-third less intelligence
and diversity than the real thing. It's also separated from the
main body of SV by mountains.
The main way to get from Santa Cruz to the rest of SV is a highway, "Highway 17." Visualize a badly graded four-lane highway with turns made for 45mph that people take at 70 and you have a good idea what it's like. I was driving back from Santa Cruz to San Jose with my friend Marc one day and we saw this attractive, nicely dressed young woman on the side of the road hitchhiking at the entrance to Highway 17. Marc and I are both clean-cut, decent-looking guys...the kind of guys your mother would love you to bring home (if you're a woman that is).
Neither one of us is in the habit of picking up hitchhikers, but we figured that we would make an exception in this case. We picked her up and gave her a ride over to Scott's Valley which is about 10 minutes along 17. She was very nice and we all had a nice conversation. We found her car and dropped her off.
As she got out of the car, she said "...and it's so nice to meet two such nice Christian men."
Marc and I looked at each other and Marc gave me a look and a subtle head shake.
She got into her car and we waited to make sure that it started. "Wait, Marc." She drove off. We started the car, and got back on Highway 17.
Then completely lost it. "Nice Christian men?"
I'm devout agnostic.
A year previously Marc had converted to Judaism.
How about two out of three?
