For years, I’ve had this fantasy. I am standing on the side of the road when a carload of girls wearing bikinis, overcome with sexual desires — stops and insists I go for a ride.

On Friday, the fantasy finally came true. As I waited for the bus, a car with three girls pulled over in front of me.

“Anyone want a ride?” one of the girls asked.

Unlike my fantasy, the girls were all fully clothed, but there was still a chance they were overcome with sexual desires.

I pondered their offer for about an eighth of a second and hopped in the car. I have a very strict policy that prohibits me from refusing rides in cars filled with attractive females. As a male, I generally have a hard time refusing anything involving attractive females.

But my reluctance to refuse a car ride offered by strangers goes back to my parents. I was really blessed to have a mom and dad who cared so much about me and put forth such an incredible effort to raise me right.

When I was a wee tyke, every night my parents would read to me from my favorite book “Always Talk to Strangers.” They stressed how important it was for me to accept rides from strangers. They said refusing such a generous offer, especially from dirty men in windowless vans, was rude. My parents also insisted I accept candy offered to me by strangers and urged me to ask for seconds.

While I’m on the subject and since this is one of my final columns, I’d like to thank my parents for all of the other wonderful things they did for me as a child.

I remember fondly all of the times my parents came home with a new appliance, and they would let me play with the plastic bag. Every Halloween my mom would dress me up as a burglar and spend hours making sure I looked “authentic” by covering me in black from head to toe.

I’m not exactly sure why she insisted I do my trick-or-treating on the freeway, but I didn’t complain because she often let me stay out well past my bedtime. She said it was important for me to be out roaming the streets when the bars closed because that’s when they gave out the best candy.

Even today, my folks are still doing things to show they care. Earlier this year, my parents surprised me when they put a full set of Firestone tires on my car. It’s things like this that make me feel like the luckiest kid alive. Thank you Mom and Dad.

But I digress. The point here is that suddenly I was in a car with three unknown, attractive women who were willing to take me wherever I wanted to go.

For me, this is a situation I would describe as “typical” if I was flat-out lying and “rare” if I was merely exaggerating. I was like an Eskimo in a desert. So how did this happen?

If it was anything like my fantasy, they were overwhelmed by my stunning good looks and incredible wit. More likely, however, these girls just forgot to take their medication.

When I asked the girls, Melinda, Erin and Brooke insisted that they were just performing “random acts of kindness.” Then they made me dance to Michael Jackson’s “Beat It.” I still think forgetting their medication may have played a part in this.

But this whole idea of “random acts of kindness” is fascinating. It’s fascinating because most people are so freaked out by strangers that being randomly kind to them is nearly impossible.

A while back I was, (surprise!), waiting for the bus on a chilly morning. It had warmed up slightly so I had removed my jacket, but it was still somewhat brisk to be wearing just a sweatshirt (I had pants and stuff on too, but that’s not important to the story).

The bus wasn’t going to arrive for a while and I noticed a woman who was also waiting wearing only a T-shirt (OK, she also had pants and stuff on too. Can we just move on?).

She was shivering from the cold so, with no motive other than to be a nice guy, I offered to let her wear the jacket I was carrying.

“No, I’m fine!” she huffed and backed away from me, clearly offended by my offer.

Normally people aren’t very intimidated by me. I’m the kind of guy that fathers want their daughters to date because they know I won’t try anything funny, and even if I did, she could probably kick my ass.

But one friendly offer as a stranger to loan someone a jacket, and suddenly I’m a man to be feared. So watch out, I’m coming to a bus stop near you.