The Night was Finally Over

It was a Friday night and the ball game had just ended. It was time for my date to take me home. We were amongst the first cars to pull out.We both had work the next day and I found nothing about him appealing. A little over a mile down the road, we had a flat tire. It was raining heavily and he was STILL complaining about how bad his life was. This night had started just as bad as it was ending. My date was late, we missed the first half of the game and my team lost. He dropped me off a little after midnight and I needed to be up by 5 am. This was the worst night ever. He sent text messages and voice messages but I ignored them all. Finally. he got the message and my worst one nighter was just a bad memory.