I was hitching back from the Lake District in my teens, and got dropped off on a really long straight stretch of road, everything seventy miles an hour, stood for two hours.
Then, yippee, and old couple pulled into the layby just up the road.
I picked up my rucksack and jogged up to the car.
They were out of my view, delving into the car boot, obviously making room for my rucksack.
Except, by the time I got about twenty feet away, I realised they were getting picnic things out of the car!
I sort of jogged past, looking like I was on my way somewhere important, smiling as I passed them.
A bit further up, I ran out of breath and stopped. They were looking at me like I was a crazy person!!
And did some kind motorist stop and pick me up to spare my blushes, while they finished their picnic, glancing at me like I must be waiting for a quiet moment to stab them both?
Did they #*^*!!!!