Nice guy, weird guy or potential criminal?

Hey, are you girls walking to your car?

He leaned over the passenger seat to inquire. He was cute in a non-threatening, grandma-would-love-him, sex-would-be-dull kind of way. That didn't stop my paranoid suspicions from running rampant, however. Curly seemed unfazed.

Yeah, do you want our spot? He nodded, and invited us to get in his car and drive to ours. Serial killer…serial rapist…cannibal…republican…the possibilities were endless. Curly whispered that it was fine, to just get in the car. I didn't argue.

We were driven to our destination without incident. We said goodbye, thanked him for the ride and got out. He then drove away. Didn't take our spot. Just drove away.

Huh?

Maybe he had an attack of conscience right before killing us. Maybe we charmed him out of whatever psychotic torture he was going to enact on us. We'll never know.

Oh well, at least I got to take my first ride in a Mini Cooper. Surprisingly roomy.