Work done for the day at long last. Walk to the car, get in, and breathe a sigh of relief. Time to go home, have some food, a quick shower, and chill out watching TV. A thirty-minute drive should see me should see me inside the front door. I was on the last stretch of road before my turn off when I saw a lone figure walking some sort of dog. The man looked weary and had his thumb stuck out looking for a lift. The adage is...