You’d always been told to never let hitchhikers get a ride from you. They could be anyone- serial killers, escaped prisoners, a total creep.

But after driving down a long long stretch of countryside, you felt bad for the man stood on the side of the road, thumb out.

You slowed down, motioning for them to get in, slightly hesitant but your kindness winning out.

The man got in with a grin, immediately telling you where he needed to be headed.

“My names Phillip. You are..?”