I once had a date with someone I figured was going to be less than pleasant to hang out with, but I said I’d go so I went to pick her up as planned. In my red NC Miata.

I roll up. She comes outside. “I’m not going in that! Come back in a real car.”

Backed out of the driveway, did donuts right in front of her apartment, and continued down the street back towards home. Zero regrets. Felt like I dodged a bullet.