All right, I'll take the 3 likes and 1 agree and put forth effort.
Back in the early 80's I was a Marine embassy guard in Athens Greece. I had just arrived in country and my diplomatic ID had not been issued yet. All I had was my military ID. It took them about two weeks to issue the ID back in those days so I was lectured, as all the Marines were, to keep my **** together and not get into any trouble until the ID was issued. A diplomatic ID is essentially a free pass.
I went out one evening with my brother Marines to hit the bars. We went to a favorite watering hole and I encountered a Greek goddess by the name of Ava. Ava was a blonde haired green eyed Greek with a fair complexion. Rare indeed. She was a banker for World Bank, rode a 750 crotch rocket that I can't remember the make of (Ducati comes to mind). She was dressed in full, tight fitting black leathers, with a thin white t-shirt under under the unzipped jacket. (you get the picture).
At any rate, Jack Daniels was sitting on my shoulder (yes they had it there) and helped me to talk this young lady to get out out of that smokey bar.
We jumped on her bike, her with a helmet, me with none. She was driving. As we were gliding through the streets of Athens at about 50mph I noticed a street light turn red and a sea of brake lights appear and her head turned to the left oblivious to what was happening in front of her.
We rear-ended a cab under power. I rag-dolled over the top of the cab, breaking the rear glass, caved in the roof, broke the windshield, caved in the hood and ended up on the street in front of the cab still conscious. I stood up and blood poured down the front of my shirt. Broken nose.
I went to the back of the cab and Ava was laying on her back, helmet split, eyes open, with a trickle of blood coming out of her nose. I thought she was dead, but she whispered, "I'm sorry", so I knew she wasn't dead. We got Ava to the hospital via cab with the help of people who witnessed the crash. Then the cops showed up.
They didn't speak English and I didn't speak Greek so the story they had was that this American (with no diplomatic ID) was racing this bike through the city, hit a cab and put a Greek girl in the hospital. ****. Off to the pokey I go.
They allowed me to make a call, of course I called the Embassy, it was about 1:00 AM and the only people that were there were my brother Marines. They contacted the State Department duty officer and sent him down to the station. The cops then understood who I was and let me out of the pokey and had me wait in the actual police office, on a leather couch until the duty officer arrived.
As I was sitting there, with a broken nose, blood covered shirt, coming down off of Jack Daniels, finally relaxing...my body decided to roll a good 30 second release of gas, on a leather couch.
One cop in the room started laughing and another one was offended, picked up a stapler off his desk and through it at me, missed, then escorted me back to my cell until the State Department arrived.
I got out, Ava was fine and I eventually popped her about 3 months later.
True story, tried to keep it short, I'll never forget it.
