How to Hitch a Ride With the Universe

The problem with "my way or the highway"

Hundreds of cars passed by me without slowing down.

Weirdly, I could swear they were all speeding up and swerving into the distant lane on purpose. It seemed as though they had something against my desperate, cold thumb that I was dangling over the edge of the highway in the hope that someone would take pity on me and pull over. 

“Damn. Hitchhiking is ha…