Most people think you should never pick up a hitchhiker, but that’s not always true. If you’re less than 5 miles from a prison, you should probably be careful, but if you’re on the one-way by CVS, and a small hitchhiker lands on your window seal, you should probably hold your hand over him so he doesn’t blow off before you make it home to pick up a package that UPS left by the front door in view of the street instead of at the door that’s out of the weather, has a table, and is out of view of the riff-raff that walk by the house on their way to the park to…do whatever it is that unemployed people do while the rest of us are paying for their shit.

The little dude stayed right where he was until I got to Parview, and then I carefully cupped him in my hands and took him down to the Golden Globe (Glow…hehe) flutter-guy bush. He must have been tired to tolerate my hand hovering over him all the way home, and I know he was hungry because he was still an inch away from the flowers when he unrolled his built-in straw, ready for some grub!

Anyway, there are times when you should pick up a hitchhiker, at least if it’s a hungry little Fiery Skipper (I think) flutter-guy.