I don’t know what kind of person offers to pick up a 6-foot-3 dude walking down the street in the middle of the night. I was initially suspicious, but the fact that my phone wasn’t working and I was quite far from home—and probably due to the feeling of invincibility imparted upon me by multiple holiday spirits—I set my parents’ stern warnings aside and got into a car with a rando. You dropped me off without robbing me or making things weird. I shan’t be doing that again, but it’s nice to know that even in this crazy world, it is still possible to rely upon the kindness of strangers.
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