Between jobs, some 30 years ago. I was a volunteer counselor for a summer camp run by the county, alternating one week in a county high school and one week in Prince William Forest. Camp had closed for the day so I was on my way from the high school to the county mental health program I participated in, a work rehab sort of place. The walk was only about a mile but it was pouring rain.
I was walking along, minding my own business, and this black sports car pulled up behind me; something like a 300ZX with 2+2 seats. Two young ladies were inside and invited me out of the rain. We dithered for a bit then the passenger slid into the back so I got in; I told them where I was headed but they weren’t sure where that was. So I had them drop me at the post office straight up the road, that was around the corner and a couple of blocks from the mental health place.
I’ve been mistaken for a cop a few times when wearing my raincoat. The young ladies probably thought I was one at first.