True story: NYE 2013 booked Launceston (of all places) with girlfriend who conveniently dumped me day before departure. Hopped on RSVP and arranged an online date for the night. All went swimmingly well until we tried to get a taxi back to my hotel and her home (gallantry, I considered the obvious option but - anyhow....) and we are stuck down at the river waiting the impossible wait. 'I am sober enough to drive', says new friend, so I chuck her the keys to the Hertz. Wake up very early, very hungover, and check out to drive to the airport..... WHAT HAVE I DONE?!! Where is the Hertz? Why does my head Hertz so much??!!
Phone rings, new girl bright and cheery. 'You told me you had an early flight, I'm outside!'
What a gem! Got her to drive me to the airport, then had her return the car, and gave her $50 for a taxi home. She emailed me the next day offering to come to Sydney to 'look after me' as I had an operation coming up. She was almost right for me - of all things, she had been a shearer so her hands were as soft as her full lips (!) Ahh, country women. But I digress.
I was amazed at my own delinquency, her honesty, and touched that she liked me. I was 56 years old at the time.