About an hour ago, a flat tyre put our journey home to a halt. Noticing we had trouble jacking up the car, a stranger in red stopped to offer help.
Having watched Turistas, Taken, Hostel and two seasons of Dexter recently, my initial reaction was: Quick! Grab the spanner in case he takes it and puncture your eyeballs with it wtf.
While I jack up the car, and him unloading the spare tyre, I kept thinking the possibility of him using the spanner in his hand and flailing my teeth into smithereens and I die from drowning in my own pool of blood.
And then he takes off with the fresh donuts and rojak in the car.
Clearly I have issues.
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