Did you ever stop to think how much you hurt its feelings?My only experience with that was when I was at Imperial College London in 1976. I drove my Mini to a pub in Notting Hill, and just before closing time, spotted a lovely little blonde girl at the end of the bar weeping into her gin and tonic. Being a kind sort of bloke, I asked her what was wrong and she said her boyfriend hadn't turned up and she had no idea how to get home.
I bought her another GnT and being the English gent that I thought I was, volunteered to drive her home. She cheered up and said yes. Cutting a long story short, we were soon upstairs in her flat in a godforsaken part of the East end and going strong. I reached for her essentials and was met by something like a baby's arm. My next memory was leaning on a lamp-post losing six pints of finest ale into the gutter, before walking about three hundred miles back to College.
I paid a friend twenty quid to go and retrieve my car the next day.