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.
Meals on wheels excepts it’s grandmas delivering home cooked meals and tucking you in.
You just need to ask your Uber driver.
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.
I'm so starved for physical affection I'd go for it
