What I Learned: we’ve all got a little fight in us, when push comes to shove.
The Story: The summer after my second year of law school, my friends from home and I were in pretty deep with the local “safe-ride” service provided, for free, by our favorite local bar, Moho’s. The driver, Mike, knew us on a first name basis and also by our phone numbers when we called. He would always pick us up first, and frequently would join us at the diner after the bar instead of going to pick up other passengers. We were all much more comfortable getting completely housed when we went out because we knew Mike had our back. No matter how many passengers he had, or how many trips he’d have to make, or how many other potential riders he’d have to piss off to do so, he’d always come through for us when we needed him.
We never imagined he would have to come through for us like this.