There’ve been a few strange ones, but I think I’d have to single out the night in the back of a station wagon stuck in a ditch at the edge of a cow pasture in Nowheresville, Iowa.
My boyfriend and I and his raggedy old car were out exploring the countryside beyond our college campus one summer evening. There really wasn’t much to explore; it was basically all the same. But we’d had a few beers, and we found it entertaining for a while.
Then he decided to make a three-point turn on a long, lonesome dirt road and head back. The front wheels slid into a muddy ditch at the side of the road, and the car settled at a steep nose-down angle. He absolutely could not get traction to pull it out. So we slept in the nonhorizontal back and waited until morning, when a kindly farmer hauled us out with his strong vehicle. He undoubtedly thought we were idiots.
So did the cows.