ng away.
I went to bed feeling happy and a little hopeful — maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something good.
The next morning, my phone buzzed with a notification that left me speechless: Andy had sent me a payment request. It included charges for gas, parking, and even “car cleaning fees,” totaling over $37. I laughed in disbelief, then sent him $50 with a note that read, “Thirteen-dollar tip for opening my door.
Cheers.” After that, I blocked him and sent screenshots to my brother, who was as shocked as I was.
A week later, I saw a TikTok video from another woman sharing a nearly identical invoice — clearly, Andy had a habit of doing this. The comments roasted him, and it was oddly satisfying to know I wasn’t the only one.
Looking back, I’m grateful for the experience. It gave me a hilarious story to tell, a good laugh with friends, and a valuable reminder: always trust your gut — and always take your own ride home.
