The Ghost of Jumper Cables Past

Last night I was washing the dishes, my doorbell rang.

It was an older man (somewhere between the age of 30 and seventy five - this country doesn't age for fifty years then BAM! they're older'n hell). He stood leaning forward into the doorway, hands on hips, making very direct eye contact.

"do you drive that suzuki?"
"yeah, i do" i reply
"yer light's on"
"oh, thanks!"

i shut the door for just a moment to put on my shoes, but when i open it again he's gone. completely. i checked the street as i walked to my car. he just went [poof] in that single instant.

Thank you headlight fairy.