You run the few yards to the guy’s truck and he immediately turns around, but you still can’t quite place him.  He’s got blonde curls, a nice tan, and kind-of a big nose.  Maybe he’s an actor from some TV show?  “You doin’ alright?” he asks.  “Yeah, fine,” you respond, “I just stopped to see if you needed any help.”  “Ah, well, that’s right kind of you,” he smiles, “you know anything about fixing radiators?”

Say “I don’t, really, but I could call a tow truck or something for you.”

Say “Well, hmm, didja try giggling the which-a-ma-who-zit?  It could be that.  Or the flib-it-y-gib-itte.”