That reminds me of when my son Tommy and I roadtripped down to Tijunaa, back when it wasn't so dangerous. We went across the border, had some fun, got into a fight, and around 2 the next afternoon decided it was time to go home. Tommy had gotten punched in the face, so his teeth were killing him and he's pounding bourbon the whole trip back. Little did we know that Ronald Reagan was flying into the San Diego airport that afternoon, so the 5 was shut down from Chupa Loma to Long Beach.
So we got off and took the 101 up the coast. Tommy After a couple of hours we needed a pit stop so we pulled into a bar on the side of the road. While we waited for the bathroom to open up, we sat at the bar next to Nick Nolte and James Coburn, talking about what kind of movies they could make together.
Tommy is in serious pain now, and he wants to go find a local dentist. It didn't seem like that big an injury and I was a little loose too, so I loudly called him out: "WHAT ARE YOU, A QUITTER?" He started crying and went to the bathroom. Nick and Jimmy are laughing out loud at this scene.
Tommy finally comes out with a wad of paper towels stuffed in his mouth. He was so drunk he pulled his own tooth out with some pliers he found in the bathroom! Now the whole place is laughing at him, and he's running around threatening to smack anyone who laughs with a piece of firewood that he found outside the front door. I finally got him back out to the truck and let him sleep it off in the truck bed while we sat in traffic for the next few hours.