Wes is such a good-hearted person. He always wants to believe the best in people and occasionally it gets him into trouble. Like the other day...
Wes: Hey, did I tell you the other day I saw a guy walking on the interstate with a gas can?
Me: (already wary) Oh?
Wes: Yes, he was such a decent-looking guy, well-dressed, kinda reminded me of my dad.
Me: (knowing where this going) Hmmm.
Wes: So I --
Me: (interrupting) Tell me you didn't stop and talk to him.
Wes: Well...I pulled over to ask him...and uh...uh, you know... his car was probably just a little ways down the road, and uh...
Me: You gave him a ride, didn't you?
Wes: (sheepishly) ....Yeah.
So at this point I'm thinking that, while it was really an unwise thing to do, I understand that Wes tends to run out of gas quite often and would therefore have sympathy for a fellow-traveler.
Wes: (tone becomes indignant) And would you believe that when I asked how far it was to his car he said, "Oh, I don't have a car. I got a DUI and can't drive. I just carry this gas can so people will stop and pick me up."
Me: (Silent but with that I-told-you-that-you-can't-just-go-around-giving-random-strangers-the-benefit-of-the-doubt look on my face)
Wes: (feeling the need to fill in the silence) He was going to Hot Springs...to the races.
Me: (more silence and stern looks)
Wes: Um, he said you wouldn't believe how many people fall for the gas can thing. He said he could get to Hot Springs and back in a day.
Me: (refusing to be impressed by the potential serial killer's travel ingenuity) Have you not seen enough episodes of Criminal Minds and CSI?!?!?!
Wes: (defensively) Well, he looked really nice!
Me: Ted Bundy was nice-looking too.
Wes: Um, so anyway, I told him he really pulled one over on me and then I drove about 85 mph to the next exit and dropped him off.
(About 5 minutes passes in silence with Wes happily thinking the subject has been dropped.)
Me: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!!!
Wes: Well, I really kept my eye on him.
Me: Oh, good. So you would have seen him pull a gun and shoot you between the eyes.
Wes: (knowing when it's best to just give up) Yep.