Disclaimer: I have been sitting on this story for 3 months. I was the newbiest of newbs. It’s nearly 3 am on a Sunday morning. I’m strolling the aisles of Wally World after the drunk shift. I have forgotten to turn the apps off. I get a ping that is pretty much right across the street. Red Roof Inn, I have subsequently found out that if you need hardcore drugs this is where you go. So I pick up two perky 20-something dudes in town for a wedding. They want to go to their car at a gas station about 50 miles away. I hit the interstate and during the course of the ride they enlighten me about their experiences before I apparently rescued them from two coyote uglies that they were fine getting “road-head” from but didn’t appreciate their womanly wiles enough to pay for a room. Ten minutes from their exit they passed out. Dead to the world. I get to the destination and attempt to rouse them. Attempt more and more and more. After 20 minutes the best I can get is mumbles and the guy in the front tries to shift my phone mount like it’s a 5 speed. I say “If you don’t wake up and make sense RIGHT NOW I have to take you to the ER”. Guess what did not happen? Yeah, so we get to the ER, I explain the situation. Three nurses run out like someone is dying. They do nerve pinches for 10 minutes before these @@@@ers wake up. I still have pictures of these bastards passed out in my car. The head nurse made them check in and told me the only way any of this makes sense is if they injected heroin right before getting into my car.