Damsel In Distress The phone was already ringing when I walked through the door. I'd just come home late after working on a Friday evening. Roommate was out, which was unfortunate because it was his girlfriend calling. She said that she was the last girl awkwardly stranded at a party and wanted to come over. So I dropped off my things and went back down to my car, off to save my friend's damsel in distress.

The house was in the University area, which meant I'd drive down Whyte Ave to get there. Friday nights on Whyte are a mess of people, but among them, I spotted him easily and honked him over.

I told him that I was just coming to pick him up. He was drunk and too dazzled by the coincidence to notice that I was driving further from home.

Damsel was waiting outside, right on the sidewalk where we pulled up. Quite the surprise for everyone, I'd say. Well, except for me.  ¶ 10:36 AM