DMcG said, in a small part of his/her "confession":

b) Got into the car of a complete stranger and fastened my seatbelt.

This reminded me of a news story of some few years ago, which was very funny, and which inspired me to write this song:

    THE CARJACKING

    Great Aunt Trixie hobbled out on the mall parking lot
    And the sun it was a-broilin', and the asphalt burning hot
    And her shopping bags were heavy, couldn't find her parking spot
    "Gotta find that blasted car right now!"

    She wandered up and down the rows, burning feet and aching back
    When she saw that ancient Chevvy, her jaw it just went slack:
    There were four big men there in her car, the front seat and the      
       back
    "Someone's tryin' to steal my car right now!"

    (Spoken) SHE SCREAMED...........

    "I've got this little pistol, and I know just how to use it
    'Twas my fav'rite Christmas present; grand-niece showed me how to
       use it
    You should know I got a temper, and you don't want me to lose it!
    So you get out of that car right now!"

    Those four men could hear her screamin', they could hear her
       indignation
    The message, it was plain to them, didn't need no explanation
    And it took no 'magination or a second invitation
    And they piled out of that car right now!

    Her pistol back within her purse, she slid beneath the wheel
    She felt that the upholstery, it had a different feel.
    The ignition key would not go in--her blood, it did congeal:
    "Cause this isn't my old car, no-how!"

    (Spoken) "OOH! AND I TOLD THEM.......

    "I've got this little pistol, and I know just how to use it
    Twas my fav'rite Christmas present; grand-niece showed me how to
       use it
    You should know I got a temper, and you don't want me to lose it!
    So you get out of that car right now!"

    She felt sick, she felt humilified, face red WITH morTIFication
    She was one embarrassed citizen, but she had no hesitation.
    She found her own car down the row, drove to the PO-lice station
    To report this blasted mess right now!

    When she told the sergeant there the tale, to her raw humiliation
    He whooped and he hollered, laughter echoed through the station
    Four guys were even then engaged in their report dictation
    Of a carjack done at gunpoint (there was quite a great sensation)
    "She made 'em get out of that car right now!"

    (Spoken wearily) "No charges, lady. Go home."

    (Spoken) SHE'D TOLD THESE GUYS......

    "I've got this little pistol, and I know just how to use it
    'Twas my fav'rite Christmas present; grand-niece showed me how to
       use it
    You should know I got a temper, and you don't want me to lose it!
    So you get out of that car right now!"

    (Spoken) "Grand-niece, do you think I ought to buy some bullets
       for that gun?"

Dave Oesterreich