Go to the Taxi

You decide that you are stuck with whatever has happened. In your red cocktail dress and heels you try to make your way to the front door. Even though you are quite the sight as a man in a dress no one pays you any mind.

Once you start walking it’s difficult. Another saleswoman comes to assist you, “Let me help you to the door, miss,” she says.

She is kind and manages to get you to a nearby taxi. The driver doesn’t even look at you and says, “The Hilton Hotel. Pre-Paid.”