The Seatbelt Was A Surprise Red Flag

I’m at a house party with some friends, and we’re running short on beer. One of the sober hosts whom I don’t know too well says they’re gonna make a beer run, and I offer to come with and help carry the beer.

We get in their car, and I put on my seatbelt.

Driver: “What are you doing?”

Me: “Putting on my seatbelt.”

Driver: “Are you trying to tell me something?”

Me: “I don’t know what you mean.”

Driver: “Are you saying I’m a bad driver?!”

Me: “I’ve never seen you drive.”

Driver: “So then how do you know I’m a bad driver?”

Me: “I don’t, but it’s not about that. What if someone else is a bad driver and they hit us?”

Driver: “Oh, like an Asian?”

I suddenly regretted volunteering to join in the beer run. I kept my seatbelt fastened there and back.