Hey, the bird show.

It finally happened to me and I was beyond mortified and embarrassed.

And I thought I could go my entire life without it happening.

But I got into somebody's car and it wasn't my lift.

Oh, my head almost done this before, man.

I've done it.

My friend Amy and I were going out to dinner.

We were going to head petite violet, this cute little French restaurant,

over off Claremont Road.

And it's there in the Brookhaven area.

And it was a short, short lift drive from her apartment over there.

And so her apartment is complicated because you go in to the gate.

And I mean, you have to bob and weave your way all the way to the back of the complex.

So I ordered the lift and I go outside to wait.

And stupid me, I had given her the phone because she's talking to the lift driver, guiding

him there.

And I'm outside waiting, right?

And I neglected to look at the type of car that was going to be picking me up.

So I knew what to look for.

So this car pulls up and I see somebody in the back seat.

And I'm like, wow, they must be dropping somebody off here too.

What are the odds of that?

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