I was hitchhiking in Scotland once where I flew in from Morocco from the trip that went wrong. I only had summer clothes and it was raining and getting dark. We lost hope when a guy stopped to pick us up.
He was wearing Elvis Presley clothes (as he was going to some Elvis Presley party) and he was specialised in evoking in paranormal activities. He drove us 50 miles and didn’t want to leave us in the dark alone in wet weather. He tried to leave us for the night with his parter (who was a witch hunter) but she refused in the end. He bought us Premier Inn with breakfast!