We leave the bar and it’s cold, so we decide not to walk to the restaurant. He’s had a few so he asks me if I can drive the car the 7 blocks. While my instinct is screaming about insurance, I say okay and get behind the wheel. The car purrs to life and I think good date or bad, at least I got to drive this car. We pull up right in front of the restaurant and just as I’m about to back into a spot I hear the sirens again.

The cop gets out and walks over to the car and I’m ready to be nice and sweet but I’m getting hungry so this better be quick. “Step out of the car ma’am” he says. “What?” I ask trying to hand him my license. “Out of the car ma’am, did you know this vehicle is stolen?”