As I am doing the walk of shame from this aborted interlude, I realize that nothing looks familiar. Then a very homeless crackhead looking fellow addresses me, and asks me for a dollar. I give him one. Then I ask where I am, and realize that I have gone in the exact opposite direction. I am not anywhere near the campus, and have stumbled into a Really Bad Ghetto of Memphis. (Orange Mound, for those of you in the know.)
And then, the benchmark for knowing-you're-in-trouble happened. The crackhead looked concerned, gave me a screwdriver for protection, and pointed me in the right direction with the words, "You be careful now, hear? I don't want to be seeing your face on the news tomorrow."
(And we all know you're in trouble when the crackheads are worried about you.)
That last bit pushed it over the edge into metaquotes material. QWP.
Oh, and I like wrinewind's summary of the incident: "Funny, you got a good screwdriver, but a bad screw."