A young woman is driving home one night, alone. It's been a long day at work, and she's tired. She needs to stop for petrol, and so she pulls into a filling station not far from her home. It's already pretty dark, and she hurries to fill up her car. As she is doing so the attendant wanders out from the shop and offers to help her. She thanks him but says she doesn't need any help.
At this she expects him to go back into the shop, but he doesn't. He stands around, looking distracted. He walks around her can, inspecting it. He looks at her tyres and shakes his head.
"Those tyres," he tells her. "The tread's all worn down. Looks like trouble to me."
Again she assured him that she'll be okay, but he doesn't seem to want to let her leave. She's already anxious at being alone on the road at night, and so when he starts insisting that she come into the shop with him so he can "show her something", she starts to get nervous. She goes to get back in the car, but at that point the attendant grabs her and, with one hand over her mouth, drags her back into shop.
She's struggling like mad to get away, but as soon as they're inside the guy releases her. He stands in front of the door.
"Listen," he says, "just after you pulled up I saw a man come running out of the shadows and climb into the back of your car. I didn't want to let him know I'd seen. I've already called the police; they'll be here any minute."
At first she doesn't believe him, but then, sure enough, she hears the wail of approaching sirens. The cops come screaming up, surround her car, and drag a man out of the back seat. Even from the shop the woman sees and hears the knife he was carrying clatter to the ground.
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