was behind the houses across the street. As I was walking thru the parking lot behind the store I saw two men standing near a car with the driver's door open and the hood up. The told me they needed help and asked me to get behind the wheel and press on the gas. Maybe my parents had warned me enough, because the hair on the back of my neck stood up and my heart started pounding. I told them I had to go buy milk first and then I would help them. I got past them into the store and hid around the corner. Just as I looked back at the glass doors the car went racing past. I told my parents when I got home and they called the police who came out to interview me. Too bad I wasn't quick enough to get the license plate.