There's a certain something when you're rolled up on by five police cruisers while you're sitting half naked in your car.

Your car is your sanctuary, your fortress of solitude, your faithful steed, your one place left where you have something that resembles control.

Which is why it's a little embarrassing to have a flashlight shining through the window and a strategically-placed blanket is all that's keeping you and the person in the passenger seat from some more pointed questions other than 'what are you doing in this empty parking lot.'

Not that I would know anything about that.

What's your most embarrassing story that took place in a car?

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