Here's a story. A real fun one, too.
So last year, our school had this deal with a trampoline park called Urban Air. The deal was, if people from our school went there and said we were from the school, then we'd have a reduced price to hang there.
I decided I wanted to go with some friends of mine. So my mom arranged for me to be dropped off at their bus stop at the end of the day, then my friend's mom would take us to Urban Air.
We had an amazing time jumping around there, but the real fun...was at the end, when the place closed.
It was just me and my friends, and we called my friend's (let's call her....J) mom and asked her to pick us up, but we had some time to kill first.
Everyone from our school went to the McDonald's nearby, and we wanted some food too. So we're running through this strip mall, trying to decide between chicken or pizza or burgers, tacos, whatever.
At one point I stood on a curb and shouted something at the window of the McDonald's goers, and that warranted some weird glances in my direction.
We decided on pizza, so we all paid up for it and when J's mom got there, we ate it in the car while going back home.
I know this story ain't as awesome, but to really understand what happened that night, you really just had to be there.
