One rainy day...

This story happened about a month ago in a little town in Ireland, and even though it may sound like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real!

It was the middle of a very dark and stormy night, a guy was on the side of the road hitch hiking. As the night rolled on, cars were scarce,and no lights lined the street. The storm was so strong he could barely see a few
feet ahead of him. Suddenly in the distance he saw the head lights of a car coming towards him and without any reason it slowed to a stand still beside him. Without hesitation, the guy hurriedly gets into the car and closes the door only to realize there is no one sitting behind the wheel. All of a sudden the car begins to move, the guy looks at the road ahead and notices a sharp curve coming his way.

Scared, he starts to pray,begging for his life. Still in shock, but just before he hits the curve, a hand appears through the window and turns the wheel. Paralysed with terror,the guy watches how the hand appears every
time they approach a curve.

Gathering all the strength he has, the guy grabs the door latch,rolls out onto the pavement and runs as fast as he can to the nearest town. Dripping wet and in shock the guy runs into a crowded local bar,asks for two shots of whisky and begins to tell everybody about the horrible
experience he just went through. Everyone is glued in silence and amazement as they notice the guy shaking, crying but clearly not drunk.

About half an hour later two guys walk into the same bar and in amazement one says to the other.

"Look Mick, that's the as*h*le that got in the car when we were pushing it!"