There’s a story about a young man who is hitchhiking to San Diego. He is standing alongside an entrance ramp just outside of Seattle hoping to get a ride. A car pulls up and a well-dressed, middle-aged man rolls down the window.
“Where are you headed?” says the driver.
“I’m going to San Diego,” says the hitchhiker.
“Well, I can take you as far as Los Angeles,” says the driver.
With a look of disappointment on his face, the hitchhiker forces a smile and says, “Oh well, thanks anyway.” And the car drives off leaving behind the hitchhiker still searching for a ride.