The Adventures of Aunt Ollie, part 1

I met Aunt Ollie once and it was a memorable meeting. It was that summer in 1963. She came to Polly's house to see my mother and myself . I think she invented the term "colorful character".
The true tale that I'd already heard:
It was during the depression. Ollie and her husband George were driving through those twisting roads late one winter night. Ollie was normally very distrustful of everything but felt sorry for the lone,shivering figure on the side of the road,trying to hitch a ride.
"Pick him up,George." she said. Uncle George knew better not to argue. the hitcher got into the back seat, unsmiling.
Aunt Ollie felt uncomfortable. "Where are you going" she asked, trying to be sociable as well as feeling curious as to where he was headed.
"I'm going wherever you go" he answered.
For some reason, this terrified both of them. Uncle George gasped and began driving very fast. Ollie put her hand in her purse ,turned towards him and croaked ominously,gritting her teeth, "I've got a GUN".
I'm not sure which scared the hitcher more, the car careening wildly on mountain curves or Ollie about to pull out her six-shooter(which didn't exist) but he begged to be let out."Please,just stop the car!Please!".
When Uncle George finally found a spot to pull over, the unfortunate hitcher jerked open the door and then proceeded to run away, slipping on the icy road,looking over his shoulder with an expression of pure terror.
So a scary story he might have told to his children later on was a funny family story for us.
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