A salesman was driving along a lonely stretch of Interstate 95 in a heavy rainstorm, when he spied a hitchhiker. He stopped and picked him up. As they proceeded on their way, the salesman explained that he very rarely picked up a hitchhiker, but the storm was so bad he just had to stop for this man.
The hitchhiker then asked why the salesman did not make it a practice to pick up people on the road. The salesman said, "Well, I used to, until one day when my wife and I picked up a hitchhiker who pulled a gun on us, took our money and clothes, and made my wife get in the back seat and suck him off."
"Well, darling,," came the effeminate voice of the hitchhiker, as he pulled his gun, "this just isn't your day."