Stay where you are and hope for a better lift?

You turn your back on him and hope he goes away. Looking over your shoulder you see him driving off. The next car pulls up. It's an old woman with a beast of a dog sitting on the front seat. The stench of booze from her car as she winds down the window makes you step back.

"Where do you want to go to young man?", she slurs.

The dog just growls. You wonder if things could get much worse.