I had arranged to pick up Teen at dusk at the corner of a large park. I got there a bit early, so instead of parking where I had dropped her off, I turned around and parked on the other side of the street. Just doing that, I noticed two or three Subaru Outbacks, the same kind of car I drive. The Outback is pretty much the unofficial car of Portland.
Teen finished soccer and saw a maroon Subaru pull up to the curb. Twin to mine, but not mine. She ran to it and actually was reaching out for the door handle when she saw the driver was a man. I was just getting out and calling to her when she darted away from the car and toward me.
That could be a story starter. But I'm glad any bad things would only be on the page.