To his surprise, Evan found he recognized the car. It was his wife's, from home! The family had two cars, since both parents worked, and he'd know both of them anywhere. Quickly pushing aside his embarrassment over looking like...well, whatever he was now, he waved frantically at the car, trying to flag it down. Maybe his wife could drive him home, and he could explain. Who knows — maybe he'd get some sex out of the night, too.
The car slowed down, and he sighed with relief, smiling as it pulled over to the curb in front of him and the window rolled down.
"Linda," he said, not even caring as his excitement made his voice even more bubbly and high pitched than usual, "Thank god you're here!"
"Well I'm not Linda," said a low voice, "But I'm sure I can help you out. What's a little thing like you doing out alone this time of night?"
Evan froze. Had he mixed up the cars? As the window finished rolling down, he peered in and saw...