The first 83 words of 800.

Imagine for a moment the last time you were on the highway, nagivating the on ramps and off ramps of the 401 on your way out of town. It’s not rush hour and you are not in any hurry to arrive at your destination. Suddenly an unfamiliar sight pans into view… a hitch hiker. He is young, he is scruffy and his sign is orange scribble on cardboard, so really you could not see if you wanted to where he was going. Do you stop?

I did.