This is going to get long, but in college (naturally) my friend and I were out getting hammered. She was hooking up with one of the bouncers at the bar at the time, so he drove us back to her apartment after the bar closed. I drove us to the bar, so my car was in the parking lot still.

I pass out for the night and wake up the next morning (afternoon) and my friend is gone. She and bouncer boy went to his place according to her roommates, who by the way, I’ve never met before. No biggie. The bar wasn’t too far, so I was just going to grab my keys and walk to get my car and head home because I have to work that evening. Except she was holding my keys and still had them.

My phone was going to die and I didn’t have a charger, so I got her number and started using her house phone. Not happening. It was a campus apartment and I needed her pin. I find her cell phone and try to find fuckboy’s number, but I wasn’t chancing calling the wrong one and fucking that up.

I find her keys to her car and I take her car to my house which is about 45 minutes away to get my spare set of keys, so I can get my car. I get about a mile away from her apartment and the car starts stalling and sputtering. It’s out of gas. I literally roll into a gas station gliding next to the pump. Now, do I have money? Fuck no! I’m digging through her cup holders and scrounge up about $2 in change to get me back to her apartment.

I get back to her apartment and she’s just getting back with bouncer boy and sees me getting out of her car. So I tell her the story and she asks why I didn’t just call her….