Name: Rachel

Age: 23

So I went out for dinner and drinks with the guy I was dating on a Thursday night.  After dinner we decided to go back to his place to watch a movie.  He agreed he would take me home afterwards since I had to be up at 6am for work the next morning.

Well one drink turned into many while we were at his place and before I knew it, we were both way too intoxicated to drive anywhere.  He told me I could stay the night and that he would be ready to take me back to my apartment in the morning.

After a few short hours of sleep my cell phone alarm let me know it was time to get moving.  Just as I suspected, he wasn’t budging.  I was pissed!  So then he tells me just to use his car for the day and bring it back after work.  I agreed to this as I grabbed the keys and slammed the door.

I get about a mile down the road when the car suddenly started to sputter.  Shit!  His gas tank was empty!  At this point I was so pissed that I started to cry.  I called Mike (the guy I was dating) but he didn’t answer.

I ended up having to walk over 5 blocks to the Arco.  After the 1st block I had to take off my shoes though.  So there I was in last nights dress walking on the side of the street.

As if walking barefoot, in cocktail dress, on the side of the road, wasn’t bad enough… a few assholes decided to honk their horns at me as they drove by.

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Hey Rachel, next time bring your Nike’s to a sleep over.