I think I've told this story before in a different context. A long time ago, my Mom was buying a new car. It was her first new car in forever and she got a great deal on it from CarsDirect, but we had to drive about 40 minutes to pick it up. Whatever, that's no problem. Anyway I was driving with her down to the dealership to pick up the car and we were stuck in traffic. She sees, pulled over on the shoulder, the same kind of car she's buying. "Uh-oh!" she says. She's a superstitious person. "There's the same kind of car I'm buying and it's broken down on the side of the road! I bet this is a bad omen! I shouldn't buy this car!" I look over to see what's up, and there is an Indian guy sitting in the driver's seat, looking out the windshield with a particular look of extraordinary disinterest that I have only ever known Indian guys to be able to attain. Suddenly, right as we drive by, I see an Indian woman's round head with triangular hair pop right out of the guy's lap. I assured my Mom that there was nothing wrong with the car on the side of the road. FOCUS: Share your experiences with vehicular close encounters of the genital kind.