Once in college, I was over served margaritas at a Tex Mex restaurant. When we got to my bf's ride, which I have no memory of, I vommed in the front seat. This angered my 10-years- older date; he stopped at a gas station to clean up when inspiration struck. Dude carried me into the restroom (he must have gotten a key from the attendant) and tried to drive away. The attendant noticed, and stopped him from leaving without me. I woke up hours later on a couch in the basement of my dorm, skirt tucked into my hose. Steve, if you're reading this...don't donate blood before abandoning your unconscious date in a gas station shitter!