Last year when I was 16, I got drunk for the first time at my brother’s flat party. I started to get really tired around 1-2am mark and decided to call myself an uber, which I waited for outside on the pavement. A guy in a car beckoned me over to his car, thinking it was my uber I jumped in and shut the door. He apologised for the mess and I asked if he was my uber, he nodded and said yes, however, I noticed that he was not my uber as soon as he locked the doors. Thankfully he was at a red light, so I quickly unlocked the door, swore at him and ran over back to the pavement freaking out. This man thought he had the right to take an intoxicated young female straight from the footpath, I always think back to that moment and appreciate that I still had a small amount of common sense, enough to escape him.
