Picking up the annual Xmas hitch-hiker.
Yeah, I know, risky... but for some reason, around this time of year, I seem to feel the need to pass on some goodwill.
Last year it was a young French back-packer. I had a (large, capable, male) friend with me, so it felt safe. The guy was really sweet, polite and friendly.
This year it was a young Canadian back-packer. Tiny little girl with a pack bigger than her, and a couple of other bags as well. She also was very sweet and friendly.
The semi-tradition started years ago, when ex and I picked up a sailor on Xmas day, in the middle of nowhere, with not another car on the road. The poor guy had been trying to get a ride home for Xmas for hours, and was so grateful it was embarrassing.