Zero Tolerance
A couple of years ago, I met a guy through a friend of a friend at a barbecue. He was cute, charming and really funny, so when he asked me out, I said yes. He said he’d pick me up and take me to a nice restaurant that was out of town. Since it was summer, I wore a dress and heels (he was taller than me, which is rare, another reason I agreed). When he picked me up, everything was perfect- the sun was just setting, it was a beautiful summer evening and I honestly thought I was going to have a great time.
As we were driving down the highway, he casually mentioned that he’d been to the pub before with his friends and had a couple of beers. There is a zero tolerance law in my country, so naturally, I started freaking out a little. I didn’t have a driver’s license at the time, so I couldn’t exactly kick him out and drive myself, so I just hoped to God that nothing would happen and told him that it wasn’t okay with me. About 10 minutes later, a cop car stopped us for a random check and asked my date to take a breathalyser test, which he obviously didn’t pass.
Since I wasn’t able to drive the car, they took both my date and his car away, offering to drive me to the police station, which was miles out of the way, or walk to the gas station that was about 200 meters away. Not wanting to spend even more time with my date, I opted to walk to the gas station.
Quite an experience, walking along in a dress and heels on the highway, with cars stopping every five minutes and sleazy guys asking if I needed a ride. Needless to say, after I called a cab from the gas station, I never returned his (many) calls or texts ever again.
