It was midnight, I was returning from a bar with friends and I was starving, unfortunately for me the town I stayed in didn't have any food places open after 10pm but my ungodly ability to never give up (when hungry) pushed me forward, half hoping in my drunken stupor that a fast food joint will come from the heavens and bless me with heart clogging goodness.
We stumbled upon a woman chilling in her car and approached her, hoping she could tell these drunken tourists where the nearest open food place is and upon knocking on her window she peered at me with this look of utter terror in her face, like I was some sort of monster, and slammed her hand against the horn, letting the thing blare while most probably soaking herself from fear.
So the reaction? Like a proper, well mannered and mature adult, I failed to understand why a lone woman would be scared of three burly men approaching her in the middle of the night and bent over and... mooned her.
Nothing much happened after that, walked away proud and collapsed on my bed, hungry.Â
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