Kind of.
Went to a funeral a couple of hours away. Afterwards I took a wrong turn because of an unclear diversion sign and ended up in a snowy wood. The road turned into a twisty single gravel track and I had to keep going, hoping I would find my way out according to my satnav... but then there was a slope, and it was too snowy and my wheels started spinning. Trying to reverse, one wheel went into a hidden ditch and then I couldn't move at all.
By this time it was getting dark, and I was all alone in a wood. I called the AA and after a lot of "Where are you?" "I have no idea!" and pin dropping, they said due to conditions it might be hours to get to me.
So, (still in my funeral formal clothes and heels, and by now properly cold) I picked my way gingerly down the track back to a house I had seen, where I rang the bell and a very nice couple let a cold, inappropriately dressed stranger watch The Chase in their living room until the AA arrived.
It took the AA man (my hero!) a while to dig me out and he warned me that there was another slope ahead, and not to stop and just keep going, and he would be right behind me if any problems. So I floored the pedals and set off, sliding at times, gradient gradually getting steeper and still ok, until one more steep section and my wheels were spinning again. Switched off the engine, and sat there slowly realising that I was on my own in another bit of dark wood, but this time with no friendly house lights twinkling and no AA man behind me.
Turned out he had got stuck himself.
Then, I saw headlights behind me: phew, I thought. However, it wasn't the AA man, but a couple in another car who had taken the same wrong turn, and also got stuck at the same point as I did. Fortunately for them (if not for him), they didn't have to call the AA as he was still there, shovel and all, to get them out.
So then there were two cars stuck, and one AA van stuck behind us.
(Chatting to the couple, we discovered that we had more in common than merely being unable to read diversion signs; we had actually been to the same funeral. By this point slightly hysterical, we took a selfie for our mutual friend, the widow.)
The husband then took control, and my car keys, and managed (engine screaming) eventually to get my car up the slope, and sent me off - within five minutes I was on the dual carriageway A road which I should have been on hours previously.
I never saw them or the AA man again (though I did speak to him to confirm I wasn't still lost in the wood and thank him, profusely). I did send a thank you card to the nice couple, which basically had a description of what their house looked like (and their cat) on the envelope to aid the postman, since I still had only a vague idea of where I had been all that time.
God bless the AA and all similar roadside services, and their employees who go out in bad weather to rescue (to their own disadvantage) what the French call les incompetents, I say. Thank you to my hero.