I'm the devil and a hitchhiker

The Bay Area is an interesting place. Tonight I went to a club and was called the devil. I think I was called the devil because a guy thought I was messing up his chances with a girl, who came with me. According to her, he lost out long before I walked up to them. So why do I have to be the devil?

The other thing that's interesting is that I can be a legitimate hitchhiker here. There's a system where I can stand by the local Safeway in the morning and get picked up by random cars, whick will transport me to work. It's the best semi-bad thing I've ever done. I love it!

It almost balances out being called the devil.