Reply #6: Where to even start...

[Heidi]

I once rode a Greyhound bus from Gainesville, Fla., to Key West.
- Clandestine smoking of a cigarette with a cute Cuban guy in the back of the bus;
- Stayed up all night talking with a grad student about Kerouac, Ginsberg and tribal drumming (these topics seemed deeply connected at the time)
- Played charades with a group of German, Japanese and South American students

ETA: these aren't "worst," just "odd."