I struggled a lot to get my car when I came back to the bar’s parking lot. I had to talk to the bar owner, showed my ID to make sure that they’re going to return it to the right owner. Some of the other staff there almost don’t believe me that I have my own car at this age. And worse, they thought I am a teenager who sneaked out of our house and forgot the car because I was too drunk to drive home.
“I am not a minor, okay? You have to give me back my car. Let me go. I have a lot of things to do today, Mr.”
The bar’s supervisor is currently having a debate with one of his staffs. And their topic is about the car that I am asking to take.
“You can’t just let her go, Sir. We need to call her parents. What if that car isn’t really hers?” said the staff who is a woman on her late 20s, based
