I used to do this all the time and still do. I had a job while I was in college and my day would literally begin at 7 AM and I wouldn't get home til around 9:30-10 at night. I shared an apartment with 2 other girls who often had their friends over, so between going to classes and working late, I was just looking for some peace and quiet.

So after work I'd go and pick up food, park at the lookout 2 blocks up from my apartment, turn some music on, and eat my dinner alone. And it was awesome. This was the part of my day I looked forward to the most every day.

One evening I was parked at the lookout, stuffing my face with Burger King, listening to music. It had been a particularly trying day and I was exhausted and feeling pretty emotional. I started to cry and had been crying for a few minutes when I see headlights pull up. The car parks off to the side and out of the view of my rear view mirror. I had the lights on so I could see my food but quickly turned it off as soon as I realized I was no longer alone.

Then I heard a knock on my window. I look and see it's my 2 roommates and these 2 guys whom I'd met in passing a couple time and thought were pretty cute. They all had just come from the gym and were on their way to grab some drinks at our local watering hole. My roommate thought she saw my car so they stopped.

And there I was, sitting in my car, tears and snot falling off my face and onto my half-eaten Whopper w/ cheese which I still had clutched in my right hand and was now a soggy mess. I also had some really sappy music playing which was now blaring out loud for everyone to hear. I was mortified. To make things worse - my roommates refused to leave unless I agreed to go with them and have drinks (despite much begging and pleading on my part to save me from further, utter embarrassment). I ended up hopping in their car and going with them to the bar. I didn't say a word and just sat there, horrified, listening to everyone else talk and wishing I would just disappear.

Yeah. College. Fun times.