I was hanging with some male coworkers after our shift ended. They got on the topic of hybrid cars — which I drive — and how awful they think those are. I thought they'd make fun of me, so I stayed quiet about mine. After their convo, I got up to say bye, and then two of the guys offered to walk me to my car. I didn't want them to see it, and I told them no, but it was late so they insisted. There was a Corvette parked next to my car, so I acted like it was mine. The boys were impressed! I dug through my purse as if I were searching for my keys, wishing they'd leave, but they didn't. I panicked and did the unthinkable: I tried to open the Corvette's door, hoping they'd go away if I just got in it — but the alarm went off! I ran to my car and shouted I'm sorry!' and sped off. They still haven't let me live it down."
