I'm normally a very cautious person. I'm slow to trust new people and am very picky with what information I give them.
Back in 2011, my university was having a yearly big festival in our stadium. I was going to go with friends, but they all had prior obligations or changed plans last-minute, so I reluctantly went alone. I was texting another friend while I was there, who mentioned that she was going to have a bunch of people at her house, and the university's bus route went there, so I should come over. I agreed, I went with them, and we had a grand old time, but I was still feeling kinda sad.
I had planned on staying on-campus that weekend, but I'd be all alone in the apartment. So, I called my mother and asked her to pick me up (I didn't have a parking permit at the time). Once that was done, I waited out on the curb for the bus.
Then it started to storm.
Soaking wet, I decided to wait inside the CVS across the street until the bus came by again. I saw it rounding the corner, began to run out--
and missed the bus.
So, there's me, crying on the median, before I gather myself and head back toward the CVS to call mom and tell her she'll need to pick me up there. When I'm in the lot, a car pulls up, and inside are a man, a woman and a young child. The man asks me if I had been waiting for that bus; I said yes. He offered to drop me off at the next stop, but I told him that the next stop would likely be on-campus. He then offered to take me to campus. Going against everything I was ever told, I agreed. The woman got in the back seat, I sat up front, and I gave him directions to the apartment. He dropped me off out front, I thanked him profusely, and he told me to hurry inside and dry off.
I have never told my mother this, because she'd FLIP. I will never accept random rides again, but that guy made my weekend.