I Drove A Drunk Girl Home… Then Her Mother Walked Into My Office As My New CEO…

Synopsis

At 5:47 in the morning, I picked up a drunk woman outside a closed San Diego bar and thought she was just another ride I should have canceled. She was barefoot, shaking, and too wasted to remember her own address. I didn’t touch her except to keep her from falling. I didn’t ask for her number. I didn’t expect a thank-you.