40. Dude, Where’s My Car?
We drank a lot on our second date, Ubered home. Next day went back to get his car, and it wasn’t there. He was so devastated. He just bought it recently and it was stolen. We filed a police report. Took forever and just generally sucked. We walked to his friend’s house nearby, and there was his car, perfectly un-stolen. He drank so much he forgot he moved it before our date. Now, once in a while when we’re trying to find our car in the grocery store parking lot or wherever, one of us will say “It’s stolen. Call the police.”