I didn't pick it, it picked me.
It picked me up at the airport and said, "Take your hands off the wheel," and it drove me to my hotel.
"I didn't pick this train; it picked me," one 46-year-old homeless man said yesterday morning, sitting next to a tower of possessions lashed together with bungee cords.
Just days after she climbed this tree off the side of a quiet road ("It picked me," she said), supporters started coming out of the woodwork, so to speak, offering her amenities like food, company and a cellphone.
It arrives quickly, picks me up at a bus stop just 100 metres away, and costs €5 for the two-mile trip.
It's here that Pena picks me up one evening in late September.
"I got on this wave and it just picked me up and slammed me into the reef," McNamara said.
As she led me by the hand into it, she picked me up, all 5'2 of her, above her head, so I would see this sight, and there he was, Campaigning for Re-Election, perhaps 30 feet in front of me.
Is it nice to pick me up in the middle of the day, or does it highlight the fact that Mom's the one with the real job?
First it refused to pick me up when I was pretending to be a hitchhiking priest.
