Remember me? The drunk girl who got in a fight with her boyfriend on Spring Garden? (How embarrassing.) Perhaps against my better judgement, I accepted a ride home from two perfect strangers who witnessed the fight. Thank you for the drive. I would have been hours downtown waiting for a cab, alone. I still have your card, but I don't want to email out of sheer embarrassment. Here's hoping you see this. Sorry I was so haggard, and thanks again.

---Had Mascara On My Face