Terror on the streets

 "I'm coming back to catch you," said some older woman out of her car window to me, as she went past on the street.

I sped up walking, got in my car as fast as possible, and got the hell out of the village, feeling vaguely guilty and stressed. 

I don't know who she was or what she wanted: I feel it must have been mistaken identity as I don't usually stop in that village. I didn't know her or her car, and I hadn't done anything wrong or had a car bump or anything. 

It's faintly ridiculous that I fled the village rather than have a conversation that would have probably been "Oh sorry, thought you were x-person" or "how's your mum?" 

But I am fairly ridiculous.