Reminds me of a time I was in rural Alaska. I pull up into a gas station around 2 in the morning. The station was conveniently located next to a bar. When I left the station the bar was closing and the customers were walking out. I swear, if any horror movie needed people to play zombies, they could perfect it. Just imagine a close group of native Alaskans stumbling slowly towards you. Naturally, I rush to my car and got the hell out of there. Yep, good ol fashion Alaskan memories.