Thumbing it.

Mid-way through a round of golf, my shoulder hailed out (old injury). I wanted the rest of the group to keep playing, no need for them to stop and drive me home. After all, it was just a 10 minute drive through my neighborhood.

With my golf shoes clicking, I started walking. When one of the few cars trickled by, I stuck my thumb out. No luck. Not even a glance.

Obviously, my technique needed improvement. Between long lapses of cars I tried different degrees of thumb-upness: Straight up, mid-way up, etc. Next, I worked on my thumb-timing, body/curb placement, and finally my proximity to the stop sign. Still no takers.

Midway home, a chatty elderly man in a farting golf cart rolled to a stop. F.Y.I, my thumbs were in my pocket. After introductions, he went out of his way to deliver me home.

Why did so many drivers blow by me? Did I scream serial-killer, stalker-girl?
My neighbor's son provided insiight, "Hitchhiking, really? Are you kidding? The 60's are over."
Hmmm-point taken.