The bus driver finally drove the writer home in his car because ().

A. he happened to go in the same way
B. he wanted to do something good for other people
C. the writer forced him to do so
D. the writer promised to give him a lot of money

My old car broke down on Virginia’s Norfolk Freeway 3 months ago. It was half an hour before sunset, and I was 30 miles from home. Since nobody can pick me up, decided to take a bus after my car had died. Later a bus pulled up beside the road, and quickly ran to the bus and asked the driver how far he was going. "Two more crossroads," he said. Then he told me there was another bus I could take and promised me to give me a lift. "This would clearly be a long night," I said to myself. He dropped me off at the bus stop and told me which bus to take.

After waiting nearly 40 minutes, I began to think about grabbing a taxi home which would surely cost me an arm and a leg, Then a bus pulled up in front of me. No lighted number could be seen from its windscreen (挡风玻璃),which meant that the bus was already out of service. But to my surprise, the door opened slowly, and I found it was the same driver. "I can’t keep you here," he said. "This isn’t the best place. I’ll give you a ride home." "You are going to drive me home in the bus" I asked. "No, I’ll send you home in my car," he said. "It’s a very long way," I said. "Come on." he said. We drove from the station in his car. On our way, he began to tell me a story. In fact, a few days earlier, when his brother ran out of gas, a warm-hearted female driver picked him up and took him to the nearest service station. "I’m just passing the favor along," he said, with a smile on his face.