A random tale from high school...
I once went for a drive with my sister with a huge sport bottle (what ever happened to those?) filled with about 3 bottles of some heinous Bartle's and Jaymes' type of cooler drink. I gulped it down in the 10 minute drive to her friend's house where the party was. As we pulled up I was tipsy, and not accustomed yet to how to walk buzzed... I opened the car door and put my leg out of the car, right into the storm drain in the curb. It slid it all the way to my crotch, and I was hanging out the door doing the splits screaming, one leg in the storm drain, one on the floor of my sister's car. Ouch.
I once went for a drive with my sister with a huge sport bottle (what ever happened to those?) filled with about 3 bottles of some heinous Bartle's and Jaymes' type of cooler drink. I gulped it down in the 10 minute drive to her friend's house where the party was. As we pulled up I was tipsy, and not accustomed yet to how to walk buzzed... I opened the car door and put my leg out of the car, right into the storm drain in the curb. It slid it all the way to my crotch, and I was hanging out the door doing the splits screaming, one leg in the storm drain, one on the floor of my sister's car. Ouch.