Once upon a time I got a flat tire on the highway. It was around 10 pm on a Saturday night and I quickly served to the left shoulder and the car literally went kaput within a second. Cars sped by at 90 mph while my friend and I deliberated on what to do next. Then all of a sudden this dude appears in this yellow sport car and offers to help. I asked if he had a Jack and he said it was at his home in Lake Forest. We said that all we needed was a lift to the gas station to call my dad and a towtruck to tow the car off the highway. Mind you my dad was not in the mood to be interrupted so we went with the guy to Lake Forest.
Discussion
Let’s just call this strange fellow The Stranger. He was young and appeared as an Angel out of nowhere! Not only did he offer to help, he seemed to be adamant about resolving the issue, as if he was paying bs m a karmic debt. I had no qualms with that and decided that he couldn’t possibly be the one in a million chance of being a serial killer or psychopath. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt with blonde hair and blue eyes. Looked like a typical Saxon. I decided that if he tried anything fishy my hefty female friend and I would be able to take him on. Stranger drove high speed ahead to Lake Forest as I deliberated on whether or not he smoked marijuana.
The yellow sport car was a Saturn and drove north on 90 East.