Worked at Micky D's in high school. When it was about 4 months to my 18th birthday, I went wrenchin' on my buddy's Land Cruiser one night while we waited for the rest of the closing crew to get off work (we had the night off). We started to drink a six pack of Red Dog and realized it was time for us to head in to town to meet the crew, so somehow I got elected to shotgun three beers before we left.
On the way to town one of my buddies asked if I was feeling it yet. I said, "No." and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. My face went numb and I couldn't hardly talk.
When we got to McDonald's, I kept apologizing to the manager for showing up on the property drunk (even though they were closed and I wasn't working, and we were all standing in the parking lot BSing) Then a cop drove through the lot and wanted to know why we were loitering, but he didn't see me because my friends had stuffed me in the back of a hatchback car to keep the cop from seeing me.
After the cop left, we drove out to a lake where we'd swim most of the night after work. No one would let me near the water, but that didn't stop me from taking a face plant in the gravel.
It's still one of my fondest memories...12 years later.
