I smile at him and stumble exaggeratedly. I slyly take a photo of the license plate as I pass, because there’s no way I’ll be able to remember it right now. I light a cigarette and once I’m out of view of the van I start running. I see a dumpster and crouch behind it. With the police on speaker I ding the photo of the license plate and tell them everything. After that, I keep wandering so as to not be seen by the robbers. Eventually, I’m sobered up my feet ache and my legs wobble. I call an Uber and sleep the night off.