Worst. Experience. Ever.

I get a phone call at work saying that my kid is sick, and I have to come home right away because he needs to go to the ER.

My car was dead, I had been taking the bus, but the bus wasn't due for another hour. A guy just getting off work offered me a ride home. He had only been there about two weeks but I figured he seemed cool, and I took it.

Twenty minutes later we were driving in the opposite direction of my apartment, out towards Blue Diamond (which is desert) he said he had a gun and was going to blow my head off if I didn't give him what he wanted.

Instead, I decided "fuck it, I'm either gonna be dragged off into the desert to die, or I'm going to die here" and I jumped out at a red light.

I took a gamble and it paid off, I did not get shot.
He sped off and not only did I lose my wallet, but I had to walk like, three fucking miles in the summer heat because nobody would stop and help me.

Obviously he never came back into work, probably went back to Mexico. My kid was fine (had the flu), but the babysitter bitched at me for not getting home soon enough.

Worst day of my life.