Who's driving ... ?

It was Halloween ... the night was cold, dreary, and it was raining. Cam's car engine stopped on a desolate road ... he reached for his cell phone and then remembered it was on the nightstand by his bed, charging. He raised the collar on his jacket, fully zipped it, donned his weather-proof full-brimmed hat ... and ventured into the darkness along the highway.

After 10 minutes of slowly walking in the cold rain, a car eased up beside him. It momentarily stopped. He opened the passenger door and enterred. After closing the door, he turned to thank the driver ... no one was driving. The car began to move again. As it approached a curve, he reached to turn the steering wheel, but an arm magically came through the window and steered the car around the curve. He thought, maybe an angel had intervened, was protecting him and offering transportation on this cold, miserable night. Being delighted to be in the car, out of the rain, he relaxed and fell asleep.

When Cam awakened, the car was sitting at a gas station, in what appeared to be a one stoplight community. He exited the car, noticed a bar across the street and headed that way. He ordered a double Scotch and was telling the bartender what had happened when two men enterred the bar. The two men approached Cam.

What did the two men say to Cam? ... and what question did they ask?