35 years ago in Dothan Alabama I got a ride in the back seat of a car with two apparently homosexual men and a woman (probably), who were all in the front. When we neared my turn and I said thanks this is where I get off, the woman turned to say, “No, sweetie, you need to come home with us.” They didn’t stop to let me out. They turned off the highway and slowed down to 20 or so to do so. I pushed open the door and threw my bag out and rolled out after it. I landed on the grass and the car just kept going. So did I.
Ah, Dothan, Alabama. Halfway between Fort Benning and Panama City.
See, now you were just being homophobic. They only wanted to take you home so they could massage your colon and slit your throat after they were done.