I did something the other night that I never thought I would ever do. I gave a stranger a ride. And my kids were in the car. And now Dave is hella mad at me. I almost forgot to mention, it was 10:00 pm on a Friday night.
Now before you start yelling at me and telling me what an awful person I am let me tell you the whole story…
After a fun night at my kids’ elementary school festival we went out to dinner with my parents. Dave had to work an event so he was not able to join us. The kids and I were exhausted as we headed home and couldn’t wait to hop in bed.
I turned into my neighborhood and stopped at the first stop sign and noticed someone frantically running towards my car. Before I could pull away quickly, without running this person over she was at my window. I rolled it down just a bit to ask what was going on.
Me: Can I help you?
Her: Can you please help me? My friends left me at El Camino when I went to the bathroom and now I am trying to get to my boyfriend’s house and I am drunk and scared. I am in my flip flops, it is freezing and I can barely remember how to get to his house.
I didn’t know what to do. I froze for a second. She was obviously very drunk and was very young. She didn’t look harmful and I felt for her. I remember being drunk and out partying some nights and my friends had left me before.
Me: Ok. Does your boyfriend live close?
Her: Yes, right in this neighborhood. (She named a street in the neighborhood and it was just a few blocks away.)
Against my better judgement and with my kids in the car, I let her get in. I kept her talking the whole time. She told me where she lived and she was just about in tears because her friends left her when she went to the bathroom. It broke my heart because I still remember those days.
Not the same girl. No I am not that big of an asshole. Image from Total Frat Move.
She turned around and saw the kids in the backseat (who were surprisingly very quiet) and then she apologized again for asking me for a ride. I told her it was fine and that I had been in her situation before and how scary it was. As long as her boyfriend was on the street she said he was all would be ok.
After a few short minutes we found his house and she was off. She thanked me several times and apologized again. I told her she needs to pick better friends. A real friend wouldn’t leave you at a bar by yourself.
And that was the end of it. She was gone.
I went home and put the kids to bed. I told Dave the story and he was not happy. I could’ve put the kids lives in danger…and mine. I knew that, but my gut feeling said it was ok. All that I kept thinking was what if I drove off. What if a horrible person picked her up and did horrible things to her and then we heard about it later on the news. I would’ve never forgiven myself.
So what would you have done?
P.S. If you are a college girl DON’T BE AN ASSHOLE AND LEAVE A FRIEND AT A BAR!! Seriously, what would her friends have done if something bad would’ve happened to her??