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TIFU by picking up an underage prostitute

Of course the obligatory this didn't happen today, it happened 16 years ago. I (23m) started working at Home Depot and it was my second shift there, the store had just closed and my shift was over. I was walking to my car, I should mention I live in Canada and it was the middle of winter, probably around -20 C. I saw one of the cashiers leaving the parking lot to walk home, so I asked if she wanted a ride home. She said thanks that would be great.

I ask what her name is because I don't really know anyone's name outside of the department I work in. She tells me and then starts in on this rant while I'm driving about how she didn't get paid enough, and how some guy ripped her off. It didn't really make sense, but I didn't question it as it was kind of awkward. She then asked if "I like to party" a bit perplexed I told her "ya I like to party", as I did enjoy going to the bar at that time. She proceeds to tell me how much a blow job is but she would be willing to trade some drugs for a blowjob.

My dumbass finally clues into the fact she doesn't work at Home Depot. I finally put the pieces together, she wasn't walking from the store to her home, she just got out of one the semis that park in the parking lot overnight, and the person that ripped her off was the truck driver. I look at her and awkwardly say "sorry I didn't understand what you meant, I don't like to party". I feel really bad for her at this point and tell her I'll take her wherever she needs to go.

There wasn't much talking after that. Curiosity got the best of me and I asked how old she is. I wish I wouldn't have asked to be honest, it turns out she was 15. I felt incredibly sad in that moment, I'm sure she's had a hard life if this is where she's ended up at 15. We get to where she wanted to be dropped off which is a gas station. I was going to give her the cash I had which I'm sure wasn't more than $20. But then I had the thought that if I get caught giving a known underage prostitute money, no one would believe this ludacris story and my life would be over. So I didn't end up giving her anything out of fear and I completely regret not doing more to help her. In hindsight I obviously wasn't going to get caught for anything, there were no police around, but it all happened so quickly I didn't have time to rationally think about it.

TL;DR I picked up a 15 year old prostitute thinking it was one of the cashiers at the Home Depot where I had just started working.

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