The car broke down in the middle of the night

When I was 17 years old, I had a girlfriend that lived in another town. It took me about 40 minutes to drive to her home, but I did not care. I would have driven three or four hours to see her. I would usually go to her place after work and spend several hours there. I would come home before the sun came up. My girlfriend and I were both in high school. If her parents would have known that I was there until 4:00 in the morning, they would have gone better. They did not know that I was staying so late. I parked my car at the end of the driveway so no one could tell when I left or answered the property. One night when I was on my way home, my car broke down in the middle of the night. It was only 15° outside on the night that the problem occurred. I was cold and I didn’t have any way to fix the car. I didn’t have a cell phone either, because this was back in 1985. I had two options. I could sit in the car all night and wait until morning or I could start walking and hope to find someone that had a phone. Since the heat in the car was working, I decided it was better just to sit in the car and wait for someone to drive past me. I ran the heat for an hour and then I shut off the car. When I got called again, I turned the car back on. I was extremely thankful that the heat worked even if the car was unable to physically move. I was half asleep in the backseat with the heat running when a driver knocked to see if I needed help.