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Message: <blockquote data-quote="badass98svt" data-source="post: 703855" data-attributes="member: 7977">OK, so my gf and I are driving through New York (it wass pouring out there) in her taurus. We drive past this man walking in the storm, so me being a nice guy, I stopped and picked him up. It was just him with a backpack that he was clenching oddly.So, a few minutes of chit-chat with the guy and i finally ask him "What's in the backpack?", the guy just stares at me in the rearview mirror and says "None of your fu(king business!". I couldn't belive it. Kinda creeped me out. Just picked up a stranger and he is an odd individual! wtf.So, a few more minutes goes by, and I figured I'd ask him again. He tells me the same thing, "None of your fu(king business!"Well by now, Becky and I are getting nervous. After a few more minutes passed, I suddenly jerked the wheel to the right and pretended I had a flat tire. I asked the man to get out real quick so I could grab the jack and spare. Reluctantly, he got out of the car and before he had a chance we took off before he could grab his backpack!!!  :tongue3:</blockquote>