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Not exactly a "Walk of Shame," but an embarassing situation at the time which seems pretty funny now.
I was working at a TV station about 75 miles from where I went to college, but my girlfriend (now wife) was still on campus, living in a really nice apartment which happened to be built over a garage behind another house.
She and her roomies had a party one night which, of course, I drove down for. I got just a little wasted, and ended up crashing at the apartment.
The next morning, there was this kind of nervous knock at the door. There was the captain of the basketball team (a really nice guy) who lived in the house in front of the garage. He was pretty embarassed to bother us, but it seemed I was parked in front of the garage and he couldn't get his car out to catch the team plane for an away game.
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