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I was driving home from work one evening and there was a lady about 55 or so stood up at a crosswalk. I stopped to let her cross but instead of crossing she walked up the passenger door, opened it, got in and sat down. She said "Drop me off at Wigmore Court". That's a group of apartment buildings halfway across town. She looked harmless so I said, "OK". As I pulled out I realized she was loaded. She reeked of booze and she could barely keep her head up. After a couple of seconds she said "What took you so long?" I said, "What do you mean". Then she turned towards me and looked shocked. She said, "Oh my God. Who are you?" Turns out she was waiting for her son to pick her up and she was too drunk to notice that I wasn't him.
I dropped her off and had a little chuckle picturing her telling her son what happened.
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