How not to impress a bus chick, part III

To all the chivalrous gentlemen who, during the weeks and months of 2007–on rainy nights and sunny days and foggy mornings–will slow their Toyotas and Volkswagens and Chevies and Benzes and peer through tinted or mud splattered windows–or perhaps partially opened doors–to ask:

No! (Thank you.) I don’t need a ride.

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