5:30 pm

You get in the car. The driver, Joe, asks how your day has been.

"Bad," you respond.

"Maybe you need to smile more, hon" he says. You notice he's driving in the opposite direction of your apartment. The doors are locked and your phone is dead.

You put on a smile and say, "Actually, can you just drop me off here? I'm sorry for the trouble." A few seconds pass.