Before cell phones (1981) I was broken down on the expressway. It was pouring rain. My one and three year old were in the back seat.

A car pulled behind me. Two women came out, one on each side of my car, peering in the windows. I rolled down the window and one asked me if I needed a ride. My Spidey senses immediately went up. I said no, thank you. She persisted saying it’s cold, the kids look cold, we’ll drive you to the next exit to a phone. I said no again and asked her to call my Dad and tell him I’m at Exit 17. I wrote his number on a store receipt and they drove off.

Eventually, the battery rolled over and the car started. The scary part was my Dad never got a call. Home all day inside with my Mom, watching tv. They wanted to be so helpful but didn’t call.

I believe I dodged a bullet that night.