Regarding the brains and eggs, I too, even though I was young was aware that was a breech of courtesy to mention the hair. It was a bristle or two really. Ewww. Right? The sailor had a nice tone..it was simple curiosity on his part but still...one doesn't call out the host. He could perhaps have mentioned suddenly becoming very full. :-)
A confession however. I never hitchhiked~ BUT what I (we actually) did was almost as bad insofar as danger possibilities were concerned. You be the judge. Think like a parent. (you may be sure my Dad didn't know). (and if my brothers had known I'd have gotten told on quickly. And punished by my Dad.
On warm Summer Saturday mornings, a best girlfriend, 12 years old just as I was, and I met at her place. I walked up to her house, and we started walking down the street until we reached the edge of town. There was an entrancing dirt road that stretched four miles through woods on both sides. The dirt road ended up by a highway that went back to town (unless we wanted to hit the dusty trail and walk on the dirt road to get back home again. So this time we decided to walk down the highway which added another mile to the distance back to the edge of town and therefore to our homes.
Here we were, starting our trudge on down the side of the road, two stupid girls without a clue walking along with the occasional person stopping to ask if we needed a ride. Since they were usually fellas, even we knew to say "no thank you". Besides, we were full of energy and willing to walk the 9 miles total round trip.
A car bore down on us from behind and stopped. The window wound down and a loud man's voice said "GET IN THIS CAR"!!! There was a lady in the passenger seat who looked death rays at us. The man said again in stern loud tones "GET IN THIS CAR NOW"! We did. We huddled in the back seat and looked once at one another and then at the floor (truth) while we were berated every inch of every mile back to the town. He told us how we put ourselves in danger..how stupid we were acting...how our parents would punish us, and what if the State Police had seen us...what would THAT be like with our parents being called from HQ. He laid it on every inch of the way. At Cherry Lane, the street I lived down, he kicked me out and watched as I started walking the block down to the house and drove off with Dorothy. When Dorothy got home she took a minute for a whispered conversation on the phone with me telling me that was HER neighbor and his wife who by the way had a store three doors down from her. She said she was begging that they give her another chance and not tell her mom and dad. Neither of us got a whuppin' so I guess we were given a pass on telling the parental units!
It taught me a lesson though. Never did walk down a highway again. Not after that guy flayed the skin off our 12 year old minds as we were taken back and dumped off at out places with more warnings. (we did still walk down the dirt road but turned around and walked back that way).
Whew. I still wouldn't do it after the blasting out Dorothy and I got.