A few years ago a friend was on leave and in the area, so we stole her away to Portcon. Which was epic, since we had no idea she was coming back here (she's a magic Marine) until poof, there she was. We listened to Turisas and Alestorm all the way up to Maine, volume all the way up to be heard over the downpour.
Since this was our first way-away-from-home convention, we weren't good with packing yet. Hence, when we set out to have our dinner of cup ramen and oranges, we discovered that we'd failed to bring utensils. Forks, spoons, chopsticks, anything. So we improvised, and thank god for the coffee machine. We used the hot water from that, then used the stirrers to mix everything up. From there, one of us used the ice tongs to eat dinner, and another just slurped it up like a cup of noodley hot chocolate. I tried my best to use the stirrers as chopsticks, but it didn't end up working out and I drank my dinner too. We were all still in cosplay at the time as the Baccano! group, so it was doubly entertaining.
On Sunday, though, the car didn't start up. We were planning on moving it closer to the convention before everyone arrived, so the driver and I marched out to the way way faraway parking lot we'd put it in before at what couldn't have been later than 6:30 am. So when the car didn't start, our hearts kind of stopped. While we made our way back to the hotel, I kept making jokes about how it just figured, and shrugged it off as a problem. I'm the type to never worry in tense situations, but in this case, I don't think the casualness was appreciated.
After we made it back to the room to give the news, I proclaimed myself done with the ordeal and went back to sleep. In the meantime, the driver and other passenger asked the hotel guy (who I was told always wears a superhero mask during the convention) about it, and he sent them to find Waldo. You know. The guy with the jumper cables. At the same time, there was a big game going on, Where's Waldo, so everyone was trying to find him. Eventually they found him, a mustached man in a hotel uniform with the tag Waldo, and we all lived happily ever after.
Also one of our high school friends was in the room next to ours. Crazy coincidence.