On my way from Asheville, North Carolina, to Savannah in Georgia, I scored a ride with a sherif. He was off duty and driving his cop car home. I didn't even have my thumb up, he just pulled up beside me as I walked towards an entry ramp and asked if I needed help.
My bag was given the front seat, while I had to fold my not very long limbs into the cage at the back. How anybody taller than me fits in here is a total mystery. There were bars on the windows and a metal grating between myself and my chauffeur. I had my face pressed up against the gap in the plexiglass so that I could hear and be heard. Comfort for a convict.
He always addressed me as 'mam' and politely opened the door for me to get in and out, although the security of the car did mean that I couldn't escape the cage without his help.
820 Rides
 |
| Cramped in the back of the cop car |
No comments:
Post a Comment