Pretended to be crazy to avoid carpooling, but ended up meeting an 찐 crazy person

I work the night shift at a factory with a team leader, and a new female employee came in. The team leader told me to carpool with her. I'd seen how carpools end on online communities, so I realized if I messed up here, I'd go straight to hell, and immediately refused. I told him I can't carpool with guys—it's uncomfortable. Isn't there a female team leader? Tell her. And I knew some of the team members had cars, so I'm uncomfortable but she'd be uncomfortable too. Women should ride together for it to be okay, right?—I defended myself with perfect logic. The team leader replied that the new employee was actually being bullied. The factory girls didn't want to carpool with her, and if I gave her a ride, they'd probably ostracize her. Plus, with staffing issues at the factory right now, if someone quits, you'll work even harder. You need to make a sacrifice. I said I'd like to, but I lost my license, so what can I do? And I can't exactly drive a Starex with just a woman, right? But then he pushed aggressively—"You bought that K5, so you obviously don't hate this"—and I got persuaded. I had no choice. To maintain K5 installments and maintenance costs, I had to keep coming to the factory... I was also curious why the team leader said the woman was pretty, young, and whatever. Plus, I'd seen anti-carpool posts on Medium Gallery recently, so I thought I'd just try it once and if it sucked, I'd do a two-foot driving technique to make her quit. Just one day, I thought. The night before, I drank some alcohol and showed up reeking of booze near her one-room apartment. Sure enough, she came 5 minutes late—carpooling is science, huh. I decided with two-foot driving, "This is your last ride." I don't know about pretty, but she looked way younger than her age. She said 25 but looked 22. Anyway, I committed to using the two-foot technique. I tried to do two-foot driving, but my posture was fucking terrible. Left foot on brake, right foot on gas—this was actually driving me crazy. I thought the medium gallery two-foot driving posts were intentional, but trying it myself, I realized you can't force it. Without thinking, I mixed up left and right, stepped on both simultaneously, and the car lurched so much I felt carsick. Cars behind me honked as they passed on the two-lane road—HONK! The 20-minute commute was pure hell. I kept doing sudden stops and sudden acceleration like a lunatic. I was sweating buckets from tension, couldn't see traffic signals, and normally would've peeped at the woman's thighs next to me, but I couldn't even glance once. Even waiting at red lights, I was tense like I was the only one waiting, just staring ahead. Gripping the steering wheel tight—this all happened in 5 minutes lol. Since I was sweating so much, the booze smell must've faded, right? The female employee asked if I'd been drinking yesterday. I thought, "Oh, the build-up's working." I said, "Yeah, I had a bottle and feel a bit hungover. Sorry." She said, "What's one or two bottles?... This is a mountain road, so no cops around this hour, and if you crack the window and breathe the early morning air, you'll sober right up," and she actually said this. Crazy bullshit lol. I asked if she had a license. She said she had one and drove her parents' car, but it got confiscated at her parents' place. Then she asked, "Do you do two-foot driving?" and I thought, "It's over. This is the end. Carpooling is like this..." internally going "ㅇㅇ." The female employee said, "Me too! I do two-foot driving too. Using both feet reduces fatigue compared to one foot, and it's good for stimulating both sides of the brain," she claimed. I couldn't answer while doing two-foot driving and internally cursed up a storm. Most of my mind was on the two feet and I almost swore out loud. I should've fucking cursed, but nothing came out. While doing two-foot driving, the female employee asked