Can I ask what happened? Are you okay?
((OOC: Well, to make a long story short-ish…
A friend was filming a PSA for a company and asked me to play this dude’s wife. My roommates were going to be helping out, so I said heck yes. We did the filming, wrapped my part, but by then it was getting late, so the friend said that we could borrow his car once the entire shoot was done. It got late, it got dark, and this friend turned his car on so he could use his headlights for additional light. I was to stay in the car and keep an eye on everything. After about 15 minutes, the car started making horrible clunking noises, and then it died. When the filming was done, all our friends came over, jump-started the car, and sent us off on our merry way.
Partway home, my roommate started saying he was really hungry, because he hadn’t really eaten today, so we pulled over to a McDonald’s. The restaurant was closed, but the drive-through was still open. We decided that, because the place was pretty deserted, the car seemed fine, and we’d driven out of our way, that we’d go for it.
The car died halfway through the drive through.
And that is the moment when suddenly the entirety of our town decided they wanted some french fries.
There were some angry people, some sweet girls who give us a jump but didn’t know how to make their car do that, the moment when they put the jumper cables on wrong and made sparks fly everywhere, the McD’s employee who came out to help me push the car, the police who kept driving past really slowly because we left the car diagonally across two spaces, then our friends showing up angry because WHY THE HELL DIDN’T WE JUST GO HOME [which, fair enough, we really should have].
It’s been a long night, y’all.))