I once missed a flight to a friend’s Chassuna in an unfamiliar city, thereby missing my planned ride. I was not about to venture out with a Muslim taxi for a half-hour ride to a place that I have no clue if we’re getting closer to or further from.
After landing, completely stranded, I met one Yid who couldn’t take me to the hall since it was too far but agreed to take me to the main Yiddish neighborhood. In the elevator, making small talk, I asked him if he knows our Mechutanim who live in that area. He said, “Sure, he’s my neighbor.” Things turned out even better when after showing up by their door it turned out that they were also going to this Chassuna.