i had an experience about 5 years ago driving back from hull the day before xmas. was just getting on the m62 and there was this hitch hiker, must only have been about 15 or 16 piss wet through holding a sign for manchester.wouldnt normally stop but xmas eve and all that i pulled over and let him in (against my better judgment as i would later find out).
anyway, he has this massive bag so i get out and open the boot for him to put it in. must have weighed a tonne as the suspension actually creaked when he put it in. we get going so to strike up a bit of conversaiton i ask what his name was. he replied chris. wanting to know wht he was doing so far away from home i asked him what was in the bag, was it his work stuff, like tools. anyway he looked at me dead straight in the eyes and went "its none of your fucking business." i actually did this nervous laugh, but composed myself, looked at him again and said i aint being funny but whats in your bag. again, dead straightfaced he looked at me and said "none of your fucking business".
must admit my arse was twitching a bit at this point, was honestly thinking there was a load of drugs or stolen money in the bag. anyway, a sign for the services come up so i said pretty casually, look chris no hard feelings, do you want to pull over and get a drink and a bit to eat, my shout. he looked like hed not had much to eat or drink recently and unsurprisingly siad yeh ok.
anyway, pulled over, put the hand brake on and he gets out of the car. i get my phone out and pretend to dial a number and shout ........ il be out in a minute. he shuts the door, i lock the doors and fuck off back up the slip road with his bag in the boot. haha, done him good and proper.