See, if YOU have a car at the airport, you can drive yourself home. And won’t casually mention as we pull up and you reach in the back to grab your 80lb “carry-on,” that you’re coming back at 11pm on Saturday night, and I’d be doing you a real “solid” if I came and got you.
Because, clearly, I have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than pick you up at Middle of Nowhere International. And then listen to you ramble for the 75min drive home about all that fantastic food you had, and the hot girls you met, and the sights you saw, punctuated by a condescending, "Dude, you REALLY should go to Thailand."
Thanks for the tip. Maybe when I'm not busy with my side job as an airport shuttle I'll look into it.
But you know what, I’m going to drive you anyway. Because right now I can’t legitimately tell you I have a dentist’s appointment at 6am. Congratulations, you’ve just won a free ride to the airport. Thank you for that round of beers you’re never going to buy me, and don’t spend the $50 you just saved all in one place.