There was a story going ’round in Israel some time ago. Roughly went like this:
A driver lost his way and was about to enter (unknowingly) a dangerous Arab village. Suddenly four holy looking people dressed in white appeared to direct them, thus saving their lives.
They went to a mekubal (don’t remember who) who told them that three were Avraham, Yitzchak and Yaakov. The fourth, he refused to reveal.
Sounds good, doesn’t it.
The story was being told over on a bus and the driver laughed. He had invented the story with a friend and they had had a bet to see how long it would take the story to get told back to them.