She's hitchhiking and, for some stupid reason, I decide to pick her up.
"Thanks," she says, "I can pay or do whatever you want me to do for the ride."
"Not necessary," I say, even though I think she's pretty cute and wouldn't mind a blow job.
Ten miles on, she pulls a gun from her bag and aims it at my head.
"Pull over and give me all of your cash and your fucking car or I blow your fucking brains out," she says.
We're doing fifty-five miles an hour, I press the accelerator and get it up to sixty-five in 2 seconds and turn to her and say, "Girl, you've watched way too many movies; don't you know that if you shoot me at the speed we're doing, you're as dead as I am?"