Did something change while you were asleep? Campmates move your cot to the outside or into the latrine? Did your fraternity brothers use permanent marker on your face after you passed out? Was that girl/guy not nearly as good looking after the beer goggles wore off? I had one of those once.
That wasn’t the worst place I woke up however, that was in [del]OhNo[/del] Ohio. I was helping a buddy move back home. We’re driving out there, it’s about midnight & he’s driving. Given there’s not much to see & I’m tired, I hop into the back of the Suburban we’re in where at least I can lay out flat & be more comfortable than the bench seat. At some point he gets pulled over for speeding. My body must have realized there was no more movement so I sit up rubbing my eyes; “where are we?” Where I was was on the wrong end of a OHP officer’s gun! :eek:
I get it, he thought there was only one person in the vehicle & all of a sudden, someone pops up from the back just as he walks past my window, but still…not a good time/place to wake up!
In a ditch on the side of the Autobahn. But it’s not like I didn’t know I was gonna wake up there. A friend and I were hitchhiking and we figured it was a good a place as any to spread out the sleeping bags. Except it wasn’t. We got rained on. So yeah. Something changed.
Same answer as in the other thread, that crazy psycho bitch’s bed the second time.
But also, not me but my wife’s friend manages to pass out in the recliner and often tumbles off slowly, limb by limb, until he is face first in the dog bed on th floor and one leg interwoven withe the recliner’s machinery.
A few times in Africa I was woken up unpleasantly after going to sleep in a place that seemed OK when I went to bed.
In Samburu national park we pitched our tent in a designated campsite that we assumed was safe. About midnight we were woken up by a battle royal between a pride of lions and a pack of hyenas taking place a few hundred yards away. I debated whether to make a dash for the car, but decided to stay put. I didn’t get much sleep the rest of the night.
On the same trip we camped by a river in a nice grassy meadow. In the middle of the night a bunch of hippos came out to graze all around us. We were petrified of getting stepped on.
Driving home late one night in the early '50s in Fresno, CA, having dropped my mother off after a date, my father decided that the fog was so thick on the ground that it wasn’t safe to keep driving. He pulled off to the side and went to sleep.
He was awakened the next morning by a police officer tapping on the window. It turned out that where he “pulled over” was in fact the middle of an intersection, and he hadn’t been able to tell. Lucky thing there wasn’t much traffic out there back then.
Funny thing about sobriety – it pretty much takes the surprise out of where you wake up.
But I do have a game I sometimes play with myself, when traveling. When I first wake up in the morning, I see how long it takes me to think of the name of the country I’m in. Occasionally, it takes up to about 10 seconds.
A quarry near Woodstock NY. We couldn’t find the place we were going to stay so my Mom decided to just park in an apparently empty lot. Halfway through the night an officer wakes us up but in the end lets us sleep in the “parking lot”.
When we woke up there were already workers a few hundred feet from us busily breaking off chunks of a hill with loaders.
This could have also been an entry for “worst place you slept” but it was a lot worse upon waking up!
On the bathroom floor. With a black eye. After having drunk two bottles of cold duck because I couldn’t get to the New Year’s Eve party I was planning on taking them, because of the snow.
Had a comparable experience as a pre-tween while tent camping with my Girl Scout troop. A heavy thunderstorm blew up in the middle of the night, and the stakes came out of the ground and the whole thing collapsed, which led to us all getting wet and a girl who was a couple years older and a bit rough around the edges said, “Fucking tent fell down.” She’s on Facebook with me now, and she remembered that. :o
The worst place I ever woke up was in the Central Time Zone, Nashville, with an important appointment in Lexington, and I thought I had plenty of time to get there. But Lexington was in the Eastern Time Zone and I was late.
In a tent in the BWCA wilderness area. Alone in my tent. With a bear tearing into our food pack right between my tent and the other tent. Then realizing that the thin path into the woods that I didn’t see in the dark when I set up ran straight through my tent site.
Actually, there was one time when I was a co-op student, 400 miles from home, and I woke up in a bedroom with my pants down around my knees. The two females of the establishment were not good looking. I have zero recollection of what happened, but I’m willing to bet one of them attempted to rape me.
I’m not kidding.
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Heart of LaGrange Hotel in LaGrange GA Had no choice due to torrential rain and very dangerous driving conditions. I think it has since been demolished. Shutter to even think about it now but we still do remember and laugh about it., while shuddering.