We picked up my first hitch-hiker on our way to Chambery, which I thought was illegal but Raph says its not in France. They're all at as taxi's don't exist in the mountains.
I think he fancied himself a right jolly old chap but he smelt quite strongly of wee and talked in a language I like to call gibberish. We deposited him at his chosen destination about three and a half minutes after we acquired him. I think he was just a bit lazy.