She knows hitchhiking is dangerous. Six months ago there was a concert down in Fargo. The guy who picked her up was a chatty little shit, talking about how he’d just left his wife who’d been cheating on him for close to twenty years. Then, he pulled off onto a gravel road.
At first, she thought he was taking a detour, but, as the doors locked and the level of inhabitance dropped dramatically, she knew this wasn’t going to turn out good. Lucky for her, the passenger’s door didn’t lock properly. The guy was also extremely overweight and had a heart attack right when she scrambled out and started running away.
“Yeah, I know,” Megan says. “But then again so is just plain living. We could all get cancer or be in a car wreck or . . . whatever, we could just die.”