It's around 8:50pm on a fall evening. The weather was cold and windy, with rain blowing across the blackened landscape at a sharp angle. You have nothing in mind besides getting home as early as possible. But your decrepit car, which normally worked reliably so long as you spoke nicely to it and said a prayer, decided that tonight was the night it wanted more, and had selfishly broken down on the side of the road in protest.

With no cell service in this location, you had no choice but to walk along the highway towards the small gas station, hoping to use a payphone, though you had no idea who you were going to be able to call to come and rescue you.

At around 9:20pm you had reached the gas station, soaked through from the long walk in the rain. Under the bright lights of the canopy, a large truck was parked. The driver, a middle-aged man in a grubby white t-shirt and black shorts, had just filled the fuel tank with diesel, and was about to get back into the cab. He sees you approach and calls out in a deep, rough, Southern voice.

"Hey! What's a young man like you doin' out this late and in the middle of nowhere? Ya look half-drowned! Ya need a lift or somethin'?"

You hesitated for a moment, but then decided to go for it and accept his offer, with thanks. He walked you around to the passenger door and unlocked it for you, helping you climb up inside. It's warm inside. Just being out of the wind made you feel better. Country rock music was playing quietly on the radio. The interior smelled strongly of cigarettes and sweat. The driver opened the his door and nimbly climbed up in.

"I could see ya were in need," he smiled as he settled himself in the driver's seat. "Ya must be be froze." He started the engine with a deep rumble, turned up the heat and fastened his seatbelt. "Not to worry - I'm headin' East, so I can drop ya at the next town if ya like. That be okay for ya?"

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