I just learned how to drive, too. I'm 26 years old. I just got my license this year. That's pathetic, but I was very happy to get it, and I got to rent a car a couple months ago because I was driving to a college show I was doing. So I went out and I rented a very fancy Hyundai Sonata, which is a Korean classical music car.

And I did the whole drive in one night, so I was three hours one way and three hours back. So I got back to my street at about three o'clock in the morning. I start to parallel park about 3:00 AM; I'm done about 3:20, and I get out of the car. And there's this guy standing there on the sidewalk next to my car, and I should say he was not old or sick, he was like a young guy in a suit with his shirt open, and he's standing there staring at me and he goes, "Excuse me. Are you Polish?"
And I said, "No, I'm actually Irish and French!" like he and I are gonna have a chat or something.
He starts to open the back door to my car and he goes, "Please, drive me three blocks, drive me three blocks to Greenpoint Avenue. Drive me three blocks"
And I said, "No. No."
Then he kept opening the door and he kept going, "Please, I am so tired!"
And I said, "You don't understand! I'm not a taxi driver!" which I have never had to yell at anybody before.

But then I realized. I was like wait a minute. I just got my license a couple months ago, like is this something that happens? Some rule they didn't teach us? Like if you're on the street at three o'clock in the morning and you're not Polish, you may have to drive a guy a few blocks. Or worse yet, was it one of those street smart things where the next day I come out and my car is like sawed in half?
And there's some guy standing there like, "Hey, what happened to your car?"
And I'm like, "I don't know. I was parking last night and this guy was standing there"
And he's like, "Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. Did he ask if you were Polish?"
And I'm like, "Yeah."
And he's like, "You gotta give those guys a ride kid! Welcome to Brooklyn!