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Years ago I ran out of gas on Hwy 99 south of Monmouth, out in the farm country.  Hitchhiking in the dark, little traffic.  A young woman stopped for me and told me she usually didn't stop but "you had nice eyes".  That floored me, because I could hardly see her eyes in the car,  much less going by at 50mph.  The last guy I picked up (and I do mean the last) talked nonstop for 60 miles and told me TMI including three contradictory stories about where he was going and why.  I was really glad to drop him off.

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