There goes another one! I wonder what they do? Whatever it is I'd like to do the same, he thought, without any hope or serious intent. Like a wandering Jew his mother said of him. Looked like a hippy thought like a hippy and played the part as well. While hitch hiking he'd often seen nice cars, with smart, well groomed men at the wheel. The men had a look of affluence and an air of being busy. They all had a jacket hanging on the hook behind the drivers seat. He couldn't imagine work without sweat or labour without toil so he wondered what on earth they did, were doing and where they were going? Forty years later I smiled as I saw myself, in my minds eye, standing on the side of the road hitching. Brought to my remembrance were the thoughts I'd had while standing there when I was young. I placed my briefcase in the car tucked the card on which I'd written the address of my client behind the sun visor, set the sat-nav and checked my handset then drove off. With my jacket on the hook behind my seat.