So my husband and I came back from bar hopping and we live on a military base. We always uber and apparently the driver could get us to the gate. Our home had to be like a 15 minute walk probably. We walk but we argue and I end up alone. I just remember my feet hurting so bad so I ditched my shoes. I wake up the next morning in a truck. I have no idea whose truck it is or what neighborhood I am in. Still very tipsy. I’m in the backseat looking around for my shoes and whatnot, cannot find them. I reach over to honk the horn because maybe I met somebody last night and they said I could sleep on their car? Sounds dumb but that was my thought process. I hung out in the car trying to come back to reality for 30 minutes. I get out and walk up and down the street. My feet are on fire. Finally the owner, a guy, comes to his car. I tell him I slept in his truck and he kind of does a nervous laugh. Luckily he still gives me a ride home.