So you stand by the road hitching your thumb to flash the drivers with your desire for a ride. Big trucks pass, some honk, some roll down windows to shout some insult lost in the rumble of the truck. After three hours of you standing or walking a little down the road a very nice Lincoln towncar pulls up. A Man in a four thousand dollar suit gets out. At first you just stare gaping at these threads that seem to glow like a million gems. Then you look at his face. It's Gerald Ellon! Mega billionaire and current star of the reality show Uncle Gerald gives the poor what they deserve. You have seen the show. Ellon pees on drunks passed out on park benches. Gives hungry homeless folks a sandwich with a dog turd concealed between layers of past expiration date meat. You don't expect any empathy from this Man so what is his game? Are you about to be on his show against your wishes? "Your Gerald Ellon", You say flatly. "Are you filming me for one of your shows?", You ask flatly.
Ellon laughs arrogantly. "No cameras here. I just saw you here stranded in the middle of nowhere. Miles from anything. And I saw a perfect opportunity". He pulls out a .38 from his pocket. A old one plated in gold. You stand to back up heart pounding, your whole sense of time is slow. Like not being able to run in a nightmare. A horrible feeling that you are going to die now and there is nothing You can do about it. The feeling is right. Ellon whistles laughs and sings like a spoiled kid as he drives on. He really feels good about himself. Gerald Ellon Win Win Wins.
The End