Reminds me of a story:
(Why does it make me feel so old to say that?)
One time shortly after he moved here from CT in 2008, my husband had me run into the grocery store to get some money for him from the ATM machine. He wanted $250, drives a gold Toyota. He was going to pick me back up, at the door. It was a busy time for the store, with lots of people going in and out, cars working slowly across the front edge of the parking lot.
I went in and got the cash, but only $240, since ATMs only give out $20 bills. I was holding the cash in hand, came out of the store, and a gold car was waiting at the door. I opened the door, jumped in, and said something about I could only get $240, handing it toward the driver.
The driver, who happened to be a young teen, probably 16 or 17, was certainly not expecting a strange, middle-aged woman to get into his car and give him money. OMG I could not even believe that really happened. Apologized, tried to explain to him... he probably was shaken up for longer than I was.
Funny. You can jump into my car and give me money any time.
LOL!! Great story - sounds very much like something I might do!