OK, so I was visiting some people at Purdue University this weekend. Friday night, we went to a party at a place about 10 minutes from my friends apartment, and about 15 minutes from campus.
Well, me and my friend Joe go, and my other friend Ryan drives. We get there around 7.
So we're just chilling, having fun....and it gets to be midnight. Me and Joe are drunk and stoned out of our minds. We decide it's time to go home. We've had enough. So we go to look for Ryan so he can drive us home. Well, we can't find him. After one search, we decide he must have left without us. What an asshole.
But hey, we're only a 10 minute drive from his apartment, and it's a nice night....let's just walk home. It was a good idea at the time.
So we're walking down a country road...all cornfields around us. It's literally the middle of nowhere. Well, we left the party at midnight. We're walking....and walking....and walking. We want to get home so badly we start racing each other at points. Just sprinting down the side of the road. We each fell multiple times. Our hands and knee are all cut up, both our jeans are ripped in numerous places.
But hey, we gotta be close to home, right? Well we look up the road, and what do we see? I-65. I-fucking-65. What time is it? 4:00. We've been walking/running for 4 hours, only to get to I-65.
What does that mean? We were going in the wrong direction. That means we're a 25 minute drive(at 60 mph) from home. We walked in the wrong fucking direction. There were two ways to go on the road; we chose the wrong way. So we're fucked.
Middle of nowhere, no way of getting home. "Fuck it" we say, we'll sleep the night in a ditch. So we find a nice comfortable ditch to sleep in. We get situated, and are about to go to sleep, when a truck stops and flashes his brights at us. It's a semi, with a fat, scarey looking driver. He asks what we're doing. Joe reponds: "Uh. just going to McDonald's man"
So the trucker says he'll give us a ride. Half expecting to get shot, we get in the truck. He takes us to a McDonald's. Only it's the wrong one. My words, verbatim:
"Sorry Mr. Trucker guy, but this is the wrong one. Could you take us to the one on campus? It's right by our place. I'll give you $20"
So he takes us to our place. I don't even have $20 on me...so I gave the guy the $7 I had in my wallet. He was pretty pissed. We got back at 5:30 in the fucking morning. Nearly 6 hours after we left. Our friend Ryan(the driver) is still up and playing PS2.
"Where the FUCK were you guys? I just drove here about 30 minutes ago."
He was at the party until about 5. Our dumb asses just didnt see him for some reason.
So, we walked more than 4 hours in the cold, nearly slept in a ditch, and hitchhiked with a scarey trucker who knows where we live and is going to come rape us. Spectacular.
Well, me and my friend Joe go, and my other friend Ryan drives. We get there around 7.
So we're just chilling, having fun....and it gets to be midnight. Me and Joe are drunk and stoned out of our minds. We decide it's time to go home. We've had enough. So we go to look for Ryan so he can drive us home. Well, we can't find him. After one search, we decide he must have left without us. What an asshole.
But hey, we're only a 10 minute drive from his apartment, and it's a nice night....let's just walk home. It was a good idea at the time.
So we're walking down a country road...all cornfields around us. It's literally the middle of nowhere. Well, we left the party at midnight. We're walking....and walking....and walking. We want to get home so badly we start racing each other at points. Just sprinting down the side of the road. We each fell multiple times. Our hands and knee are all cut up, both our jeans are ripped in numerous places.
But hey, we gotta be close to home, right? Well we look up the road, and what do we see? I-65. I-fucking-65. What time is it? 4:00. We've been walking/running for 4 hours, only to get to I-65.
What does that mean? We were going in the wrong direction. That means we're a 25 minute drive(at 60 mph) from home. We walked in the wrong fucking direction. There were two ways to go on the road; we chose the wrong way. So we're fucked.
Middle of nowhere, no way of getting home. "Fuck it" we say, we'll sleep the night in a ditch. So we find a nice comfortable ditch to sleep in. We get situated, and are about to go to sleep, when a truck stops and flashes his brights at us. It's a semi, with a fat, scarey looking driver. He asks what we're doing. Joe reponds: "Uh. just going to McDonald's man"
So the trucker says he'll give us a ride. Half expecting to get shot, we get in the truck. He takes us to a McDonald's. Only it's the wrong one. My words, verbatim:
"Sorry Mr. Trucker guy, but this is the wrong one. Could you take us to the one on campus? It's right by our place. I'll give you $20"
So he takes us to our place. I don't even have $20 on me...so I gave the guy the $7 I had in my wallet. He was pretty pissed. We got back at 5:30 in the fucking morning. Nearly 6 hours after we left. Our friend Ryan(the driver) is still up and playing PS2.
"Where the FUCK were you guys? I just drove here about 30 minutes ago."
He was at the party until about 5. Our dumb asses just didnt see him for some reason.
So, we walked more than 4 hours in the cold, nearly slept in a ditch, and hitchhiked with a scarey trucker who knows where we live and is going to come rape us. Spectacular.
How'd the trucker and your friend react? That had to be the biggest feeling of "We're FUCKED!" ever when you realized you went the wrong way. Those moments are better than any plot twist in a movie.