It was raining cats and dogs. I was still halfway from my home city. The business meeting took much longer than expected. I always had a problem driving after sunset. Somehow, my eyesight failed after the sun went down and the rain that day made it worse. Thankfully, the highway was empty except for a car or two every few minutes.
Generally, I refrained from driving in the dark but that night I had no choice. Raindrops clashed hard against the windscreen as milestones flashed by the windows. I just wanted to reach my home as soon as possible. My heart was aching for a glass of scotch. As I drowned further in my thoughts, I thought I saw a silhouette on the side of the road.
As I slowed down, the figure became clearer. It was a man, holding a large umbrella over his head, his other arm extended asking for a lift. I was apprehensive at first, the stranger could be a thief or a kidnapper or a murderer but then my charitable side took over. I stopped the car and rolled down my window. The man leaned on the door, the umbrella covering his head and his back.
“I am extremely sorry for the inconvenience. My car broke down and I can’t get a mechanic in this weather. It would be very kind of you if you…
