Post ye tales of weird stuff from the city at night! Walking to your car, getting jumped, seeing crazy druggies, whatever it is. Mine (Warning, it's a bit long and graphic): [spoiler]A few nights ago, I was walking back to my car from the ballpark after a particularly crushing defeat in the playoffs, and the place I had parked my car meant that I had to cut through another arena nearby. It was about 75 degrees outside (Fahrenheit, you idiots) but the interior of the arena's corridor I was at least 85 or 90. Now, this place has a really bad rep as the late-night for all kinds of shady stuff, and if you don't know that going in, you learn it right away. I got to the bottom of the escalator that leads to it, and immediately there were two kids making out (and grinding to quiet dubstep) off to the left and an obvious "lady of the night" who quickly took off her shirt. ...and bra. ...and started pissing on the floor. At which point I started running down the hall, clutching the seat cushion I had brought and using it as a makeshift shield to protect my retinas from the sight of it. Thinking I was in the clear at the end of the hall and the entrance of the parking garage, I started walking more calmly. I spotted my car, and picked up my pace a bit, which caught the attention of one of a fellow who cranked up his hip hop and started following me with his car. He sped off once I got to it, coincidentally coinciding with the lyric "Imma get you, b****." I sped the whole way home.[/spoiler]