In Paris, about 8am, been up all night drinking.
Found one of those orange juice selling kiosk things, shaped like an orange.
It had just opened for the morning.
Slammed the lid down on the poor sod inside, rocked the kiosk off it's base and then tried to roll it down the street, while young frenchman was still locked inside.
Had to run away from a very angry crowd of Parisians.