You wake up 8 hours later

“Meter’s runnin, that’ll be $11,245.05”

Decades ago I got really drunk at an undergrad “pirate party” drinking way too much rum too quickly. I don’t have many memories of my trip home, but I remember a lucid moment when I passed the cabbie an extra $20 and said: please make sure I make it inside.

I woke up the next morning naked in my bed, somewhat alarmed. But rather than turning out badly, I discovered that I had stripped out of my puke-covered clothes after entering my apartment, leaving the pile behind the front door (in such a way that only I could have come through the door). I guess drunk me was trying not to spread the puke.

Thanks cabbie. And I hope I didn’t puke on you.

As full grown adults … most of us still feel this way and in an unjudgemental world, we probably wouldn’t mind a service like this.

It would be a better world.

I don’t want to be put in some Taxi driver’s bed!.. And he’s kissing me? No thanks.