There will be fine, glittering, streamlined automobiles in 2000 A.D. Possibly they will run themselves while the driver sits back with an old-fashioned in his hands. Perhaps they will carry folks down the highways at ninety miles an hour in perfect safety. But picking up a hitch-hiker will still be as dangerous as it is today.
without stopping, but there was something in the bearing and appearance of this one that caused him to apply his brakes.
Marden opened the door next to the vacant seat beside him.
"Going my way?" he asked.
A pair of steady, unsmiling blue eyes looked him over. "Yeah."
"All right, then. Hop in."
The hitch-hiker took his time. He slid into the seat with casual deliberateness and slammed the car door shut. The rocket car got under way once more.
They rode in silence for half a mile or so. Finally Marden glanced questioningly at his companion's expressionless profile.
"Where are you headed for?" he asked.
"Dentonville." He spoke from the corner of his mouth, without turning his head.
I'll save you 5 minutes of reading the story: A man picks up a hitch hiker who claims to be a big-time criminal. The last paragraph of the story reveals the "man" to be an 11-year-old boy with a big imagination. Totally implausible that someone would believe a young boy to be an older hardened criminal, which ruins the intended twist/joke combination.
Skip this one.
A one-joke story, based on the author withholding information until the end. I didn't figure out the ending, and frankly, didn't believe it at first.
It's short, so you won't waste much time on it.