Per that last thread, @mstine responded and I noticed the geo tag of Southaven and it immediately brought back memories. Because, ya see, I was working in Memphis (just north) and was driving up from southern Mississippi up to Memphis and passing through Southaven one day...
I pull off the I-55 after traveling north for a bunch of hours and hours. I bought some gas and then drove over to the Applebee's located here : 710 Desoto Cove, Horn Lake, MS 38637. So here's the story of this evening's dinner I enjoyed.
I roll up and park, rocking my 2003 Nissan Altima V6 with 240hp. I know, for a fact, that the car does indeed do 155mph and also can roll that quarter mile at 14.1 seconds. For an *average sedan* it was a monster among sedans. But that'll come up a bit later, just context.
I pull up and enter the Applebee's joint and sit at one of the tables that lies around the bar itself. These tables are basically still considered the *bar* area, and accordingly it's supposed to be a 21 and over only area. But you know, the south and Applebee's that's optional.
As I sit down I realize that there are clearly several intoxicated people at the bar. I give a short look, get a read of these individuals and realize quickly, yes indeed they're gonna be underage and they are absolutely not in the *reasonably tipsy* state and instead just drunk.
I order. Eat. It's meh as usual, but fills me up for the trip north to the outer suburb of Memphis called Germantown. It's a bit of a trip, further up I-55 and then out the ring interstate to Germantown. 
I start to leave, and as I walk out I turn on the car, back up and start to pull forward. A law enforcement officer waves at me to stop, so I do and roll my window down. He walks up and points to my lights, saying "those bright white lights you gotta replace, they're not legal."
Me being the fortunate hard headed soul I am, I retort, "whadya mean they're factory stock lights. What am I supposed to replace em' with candle sticks?" He responds with "look here..." when his partner says subtly "those are stock lights Bob. (or Bill or something)
He looks at them again and asks me to get out. I'm thinking "oh dammit now he's gonna break a light, write me a ticket, and chunk me in jail or something..." my mind is racing wild. I say ....
"alright, I'm getting out, I'm going to open the door from the outside so you can see my hands", cuz you see, growing up in and around the NOLA area police make me super dooper hyper paranoid when they get bothered. So I want them to know I don't pose a threat.
I get out of the car and he backs up looking at the headlights. Then he starts to say something and then there's a bustle of noise, frantic, psychotic, drunkenly noise from the entrance of the Applebee's. All the officer gets out is, "alriiiiii what the fuck."
Both officers stand there looking at the entrance as this hilarious nonsense unfolds. One of the women that was drinking away has come charging out of the door making some sound similar to that of a steam engine or something, and behind her charges her friends, loudly...
I suppose, these young Americans had decided tonight was the night to loudly act like a steam engine and train of cars barreling out of a tunnel - the tunnel being the Applebee's - and charge out toward their cars.
Right about where this train of absurdity derails their eyes light up... noticing that some guy, stopped by two officers, is standing and looking upon this drunkenly derailing train of humans looking upon with a meager attempt to not burst into laughter at this clear issue.
The partner of "Bob" turns to me and says, "you're free to go, we clearly have a handful of issues to deal with..." and turns with his partner and moves to apprehend these drunken teenagers.
I chuckle quietly. Sit in my car, close the door, turn those bright xenon lights back on and burst into laughter.
But wait, this isn't the crazy part just yet.
But wait, this isn't the crazy part just yet.
The teenagers all split, run to their cars, and start to drive off. I get barely out of the parking lot and look back as one of the teenagers careens - while backing up - into one of the other teenagers trying to back out to leave the opposing direction.
The officers have pulled up to block them while it appears one of the others has drove onto the curb between the Applebee's and whatever the place was then.
I leave and get on the Interstate and that's my history in Southaven. 🤪
I leave and get on the Interstate and that's my history in Southaven. 🤪
Ohhh Mississppi the stories you've given me! 🤨
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