“Are we going?” he asks, ripping me out of my panic. I look around and struggle with the simple motions of putting the car in drive. I can’t even take my foot off the brake. “I really can’t see,” I say. “Can we wait?” His eyes dart as he looks behind us. “I can drive,” he says, and unbuckles his seatbelt. I shake my head. Handing control of the car to a stranger is the definition of a bad idea.
