To the Lovely Saint of a Woman Who Picked Up My Drunk Sss
Missed Connections in Boston
Thank you so much for giving me a ride home last night.
I was in a terrible spot, paying way too much for a cab, too drunk to function, confused as fuck to where I was and you were kind enough to let a staggering drunken fool into your car.
I am so glad there are kind people like you still left in Boston.
I hope the rest of your evening was grand!
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
I don’t know if Boston has a higher rate of “extreme inebriation” compared to other cities, but its number of missed connections written about drunkenness rivals Brooklyn (which takes the awards for both creatively written messages and those involving alcohol). The main difference between the two is that Brooklynites frequently reference “vomit” while Bostonian are always apologizing. What would the sociologists and anthropologists say about that? 🙂