You’re standing outside in the freezing cold 5 blocks away from your house in your prom dress, which isn’t suppose to get wet. You’re cell is almost out of battery and your date still hasn’t picked you up.
An hour later he comes by in this fucked up car that’s supposably the limo. Coming out of the car you find out he’s bisexual as he is wearing a pink tuxedo. Then nearly mumbling, he says,
“Sorry I’m late I had to pick up my exgirlfriend.”
Swearing under your breathe you need a ride to the prom so you get into the fucked up limo anyway. The seats are soaked in only God know’s what and something smells like vomit. The ride starts and its bumpy as hell causing you to ruin your hair which you paid $200 for. The car breaks down in the middle of the road and you are all left outside. You have an arguement with your date about his ex which leads to him leaving you stranded in the middle of the road, by now your battery has died, and the only way to get home is to hitchhike.
How could it get worse?

It rains