I should be smacked.

I went to the store to get a box of popcorn. On my way out of the aisle I almost ran into a rather large woman on a motorized cart. She smiled at me (with many missing front teeth) and I said "oh I’m sorry" and moved out of her way. I’m standing in line in the express lane, thinking about my husband’s late stepmother (I don’t know why). The woman comes up behind me and says "I really hate to ask you this, but could you give me a ride down to X and Y street?”.  There were a million reasons why I should have said "NO", but I looked at her and found myself saying "yeah, sure!" and smiling all while the little voice(s) in my head are screaming "what the FRIG are you doing?!" and "oh my hell I’m so totally going to end up on the news". I tell her that I will meet her at the door. As I walk over to the entrance of the store, there is an older woman wearing a KU t-shirt. She sees that I’m wearing a KU t-shirt and starts to talk about the game today, all while I hide my driver’s license, my debit card and HSA card in my bra (I paid for my popcorn with cash) and wait for the woman. We get to the car (we have a Prius and I made sure to keep the keys IN MY POCKET) And she says "oh, can you take me to Name of Gas Station (gas station that's across the street from the store). I say "ok" and I open the hatch for her to put her stuff in the back of the car. We get into the car and OH MY BOB, the stench coming off of this woman was horrible and I was thankful that I had the a/c turned on HIGH, blasting it away from my face. I wait, while she runs into the gas station to get her cigarettes and make sure that the air is coming IN to the car and not just circulating any more *harf*. She gets back into the car and we’re off. We get half way down the street and she sees her husband, who apparently decided to look for her. Thinking that this is the end of my nightmare ride, I pull into the school parking lot. She says “he can just get in on this side, right?” and she’s pointing to the passenger side of the back. I’m thinking “what the hell?!”. I nod, like the moron that I clearly am. She says “by the way my name is D”, I smile and give her my first name (not the name I answer to) and turn to greet her husband. He had one eye, not sure what happened to the other one, but he also had bottle capped glasses on. I felt that if they DID decide to kill me, I would probably survive. I continue down the street and drop them off in one of the...let's say, not as well kept and maybe a halfway house type building. They get out and tell me “God Bless You”, which makes me feel like crap for thinking the worst. The entire time my heart was pounding. I make it home and it's been ten minutes and I’m STILL shaking and mentally kicking my own ass for having said "yes" in the first place. I did fess up and tell my husband and my parents. I didn't even have my cell phone on me, which was how stupid I was. I generally believe that the majority of people are good people, despite appearances (and in this case, smell), but in this day and age, it just doesn't seem like the smart thing to do...giving strangers rides home. I likely won’t do it again and I’m, obviously, glad that this had a good ending. Again, I still don’t know why I said “yes”. Stupid…stupid…stupid.