I was in Denver, Colorado and working with a girl my age (15) and we went to this gothic style building, looked for the manager, he wasn't there, ended up in the basement/lower floor. You know how they have those little chairs that ride on tracks up and down stairs for old people/disabled who can't walk up em? I nailed this girl on one of those, we rode it up and down the stairwell about 3 times. That was the day i lost it. Great 'how i lost it' story....a real conversation piece.