I have a similar story, which involved me on the bonnet of a car, over a much longer distance which I'll tell in detail tonight.
So I'd better get this all said! It's not a belly full of laughs, but a pretty epic tale of a whirlwind of bad luck that came my way one night.
In about June 2010 (I was 22), I lived alone in my flat and had been out with a mate on one of our random spur of the moment see you in the pub in 15 mins seshes. On my way home I thought I'd have a couple more in my little local which is just a minute's walk from my house.
When I came out of the pub, nicely merry, I stumbled off on my way home when, Matrix style, a woman in a tight red dress approached me and started touching me and being very come-on-ish.
Me, drunk, flattered and feeling like hot stuff, didn't realise what was going on. So we walked in the direction of my flat when she suddenly lost interest and walked off. I then got suspicious and felt for my brand new iPhone 4 (only released that week!) and realised it'd gone, along with my wallet.
She went into the phone box outside my flat, and so I marched in there, and frisked her to find my stuff, but she had no pockets and I'd no idea where she'd stashed it, but I wasn't about to commit any crimes trying to get my stuff back. She made a quick 2 second phone call from the box and about 20 seconds later a silver golf came around the corner, she jumped in and away they went.
Now in a state of frenzy, I ran into the road to try to flag down a passing car for help. (should have just rang the police from the phone box in hindsight). Cars were just going past and ignoring me until a private hire taxi slowed to a stop, me in front of the car. As I went to go around to the driver's door to ask him for help (I don't know, follow the silver golf, phone police, etc) he inched forwards, and so I put my hands on the bonnet and then he started driving, so like whenever that happens, your natural reaction is to grab onto the bonnet and ride it, rather than try to get out of the sides where you're scared you might go under the wheels.
I'm now on the bonnet of a taxi holding desperately onto the window wiper arms while screaming at the driver to stop and passers by for help.
I'd hoped, and you'd imagine that he'd arrive at a red light at some point and be forced to stop where I'd be able to jump off the car, but miraculously, he got green lights right across manchester city centre. I was shouting all along but just gathering laughs, pointed fingers and taunts from the drunken public.
He pulled over in an alley behind the gay village, where a small crowd gathered. I was as you can imagine having been robbed of my brand new iPhone and wallet, then while trying to get help been driven on the bonnet of a car across manchester, quite irate at this point. I'm shouting and screaming at the taxi driver, hoping the public would get behind me, but nope, my run of bad luck isn't over just yet.
The crowd seeing a drunken irate me, shouting the odds, were taunting me further and so I was giving them an earful, then someone hit me, then I got a good kick in, then the police arrive! Thank god, help is here!
So I was arrested for drunken disorderly. After my interview, they looked for CCTV footage of the mugger, but there wasn't any cameras covering the area. They found CCTV footage of the Taxi with me on it, but couldn't make out the brand or number plate as it was night and so poor quality. The charges against me were dropped, but I still spent a night in a cell, and was treated like a criminal after having been robbed, driven across town then beaten up.
On the whole it was a good night.
I wasn't insured on the phone, so had to just plump up the £599 to replace it, and my wallet, and contents, etc.
A life lesson was learned though and now I trust no one and keep my wits about me much more when coming home after a night out.