Carjacked?

It seemed like an unordinary day, so I just felt compelled to do something just a little different, and that is what I did. I never picked up a hitch hiker before and so today I picked up the first one I saw.
“Heading my way I see,” The man said as he climbed into my little P.O.S. 84 mercury Capri. It isn’t much and it has terrible gas mileage, but it’s all I have for right now.
“Yeah, I guess.” I pulled right away onto the freeway. “So how far are you headed?” I asked as I got up to freeway speeds.
“From here to the side of the road.” He pulled out a gun, looked like it was a 9mill nothing really bad, but it made me laugh. Me laughing must have unnerved the guy because he shook the gun angrily.
“I’m not kidding man, pull over right now or I’ll shoot you.” He yelled and I just floored it and laughed all the more.
“I said pull it over buddy.” His voice shook a little as I swerved the car between lanes.
“So, go ahead and shoot me already.” I shake my head as the car pushes ninety. “It’ll be both of our funerals when we crash and burn.”
“Hey slow down man.” He grabbed desperately for his seat belt and I grabbed the barrel and put it to my neck.
“What, are you crazy?” He tugged at the gun.
“Me, you pulled a gun on a driver of a speeding vehicle.” I tried to tug the gun free, but he head tight to it. He managed to put on his seat belt and I could see that I was still not going fast enough to attract and police attention a mere ninety-five miles an hour. So, I let go of the gun and reached into my pocket. I lose trace of the road as I fish around in my pants pocket.
“Look out!” he screamed as I swerved momentarily into another lane. His moment of panic was enough for me to get my knife out and open it.
“What are you going to do with that man!?” and before he could grab my arm I cut his seatbelt loose.
“Dude, you’re nuts man!”
“Well, I guess I am.” That’s when I grabbed the barrel again and pulled it to my neck once again. “To tell you the truth I was worried this was going to be a boring day, then I picked you up.” I know I should have been worried, but this was getting to be really fun.
“What?” he screamed as I swerved violently into another lane to keep from crashing. I swerved violently back into the fast lane and could see a nice stretch of clear road ahead of me so I accelerated the car to the point where it started acting weird. That was when the cops showed up. I rolled down my window and stated yelling outside the open windows and let go of the steering wheel to wave at the cops pulling up behind us.
“Don’t let go of the wheel!” the would-be hijacker bellows as the car starts to wander off to the right. It’s something I really need to check. My alignment has been going for some time. Seeing his panic I took the wheel not letting go of the gun and straightened out the car. The cops could see the gun at my neck now and they cleared the road ahead of us.
“Well, we have a police escort now.” I laughed while distorting my face into one of terror. He wouldn’t talk back to me so I continued. “If I pull over, you will only go to prison for attempted robbery with a deadly weapon.”
“You’re talking about this now?!” he screams and I and I could see that his other hand has white knuckled on the door handle.
“Well, it seems as good a time as any.” I frowned at him. “perhaps if I do this.” I jerk the wheel and started swerving all over the road. I started screaming and then he started screaming, perhaps even louder than I was screaming.
“Hey do you want to see how many summersaults this can can do if I jerk the wheel?” I started screaming out of my window to the cops for help and started pulsing the steering wheel from side to side. The ‘would be car thief’ screaming changed into the high pitch squeal of a scaled little girl.
“Hey, if I agree to turn myself in . . . you’ll stop this car?” he grew white and it looked like he might loose his lunch or control of his bowels.
“Sure will.” I scream out the open window and jerk the wheel one more time for good measure and have a hard time keeping the car going straight. “How about a song, the radio is broken but I can sing.” And I started singing “Highway to Hell”
“Okay, Okay! Stop already.”
“Are you saying my singing is bad?” and I jerk the wheel to one side and the car spins. It did an almost perfect 300 degree turn and I just had to steer away from edge of the road to keep from going off.
“No! I just want to get out of this car.”
“Ah, so it’s not my singing.”
The copes came on over a megaphone. “Put the gun down.”
“You need to open your window and drop your gun out the window.”
He moves frantically to roll the window down and I let go of the gun and he dropped the gun out of the car.
“Now that that is taken care of.” I pulled the car over and the cops swarmed over the car and pulled the hitchhiker out and threw him to the ground and a few others pulled me out of the car to safety. The guy admitted right away to pulling the gun on me and wanting to steal my P.O.S. car. Still, all in all the day wasn’t a complete waste. I had at the very least, a little fun.