Our car, the racist..

Not that long ago Jenn and I were in our old car.. she was driving(I don't drive,never have,never will..Long story)But our old car was a 2000 Kia Spehia.. Yeah,I know, all hoity-toity of us and all.. It was at about 120,000 miles but looked,drove and acted like it was at 320,000 miles.. One door was broken,I fixed it.. Then the next day the other door broke and I had to Dukes of Hazards it for a year..It was all kinds of a mess.. It leaked so much damn oil that BP was starting to look down on us..  Nevertheless, one of the oddest quirks that it had was that the door's powerlocks would randomly lock and unlock.. Making a very audible CLICK CLACK sound.. It wasn't only random but quite frequent at times.. It did this for months and months, then just stopped altogether.. We didn't question the enigmatic nature of this metal beast. The fact that it was still running at all was, in itself ,a miracle of biblical proportion.. So we just went w/ the flow.. So we're driving to the store and at a red light.Now,I don't know if this is something done in other places, but we have guys who sell newspapers at the corner or on the median of busy roads. It's legit and they're hired by the paper ,so it's not like a panhandler or anything.. We're sitting at the light while this man is walking up and down the median selling the paper,just so happens to be a black gentleman..Ok, right as he walks buy our car, he looks at us, we look back.. Eye contact was made.. As I do, I give a polite nod, he mistakes this for interest in a paper.. He walks towards Jenn's window. I'm now trying to cancel out my misinterpreted nod w/ a negating hand gesture.. He apparently reads this as my excitement  and impatience at receiving a paper and continues now quicker towards us. He approaches,bends over towards the window and...... CLICK CLACK.... Yep..  Our spiteful little Kia decided now was the exact moment to answer the riddle that was,I wonder why the lock problem went away,.. The answer was that it didn't go away,just took a rest until the most inopportune,inappropriate and incriminating time ever. There was nothing to say or do.. Just look forward in horror and silence as nothing we could say in the 5 seconds before the light changed that would make this situation all copacetic.From my peripheral, he looked none too pleased and  just stared... Longest 5 seconds ever. The light turned green and we took off like it was a drag race.. Well,as fast as a geriatric Kia can.(which isn't at all).. The possibility of getting out and running away at a quicker rate of speed was quite high..Ultimately,while feeling guilty by association, even though we had nothing to do w/ it, we laughed about it and prayed to holy hell we never see that man,ever again.. To this day I imagine that guy thinks about the racist dipshits in the high rolling KIA who was afraid of getting robbed by the paperman doing his job.  It wasn't us,I swear! It was our racist car!    Ever had a similar situation or something like it?  I love stories of the awkward... Do share.