353 - Traveling


While the young hitchhiker you picked up doesn't look like any time-traveler from the eighteenth century you've ever seen, he certainly has developed a peculiar fascination with your in-car cigarette lighter.

"So you push this -what do you call it- button, and your horseless carriage simply makes fire without flint or tinder?" he asks stupidly.

"Uh, yeah, it makes the metal real hot, I guess?" you answer ignorantly.

The young man's jaw hangs open. He takes off his Chicago Cubs baseball cap and uses it to fan his face. Sweat drips off his ample chin and soaks his grey Under Armor tee.

"Truly, this is an age of ceaseless wonders," he says as he takes a sip from his big gulp.

"Even the coca-cola tastes better than it did in the 1700s, which I am from. Our coca-cola used real sugar instead of your - how do you say? - high fructose corn syrup and sodium benzoate. Frankly, it was disgusting."

You're about to call bullshit on the kid, but he becomes positively enamored with your power windows and you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt.