I can relate, since I’ve slept in some very odd spots over the years.
When I was in college, I slept in a few cars. Not sure if this is a rite of passage, but when you’re a student on a road trip, you can’t afford a suite at the Marriott. You just suck it up and make yourself comfortable in the back seat. If you’re lucky, it’s a hatchback.
I once woke up in a hatchback in the middle of a field, at Tanglewood. A great outdoor concert spot, sure, but I’ll be danged if I remember how I got there or in this particular car. I went to see Linda Ronstadt (before she got fat and skinny again), but then, after knocking back beers, it’s all a blur until I woke up in this car.
Someone else was in the car, by the way, snoring away in the front seat. I didn’t stop to see who it was – I just hightailed it after checking to make sure I had my wallet and all my clothes on.
I once slept in baggage claim at LaGuardia Airport, after my flight was cancelled. I was prepared to sleep in the gate area, and that would’ve been okay given the vending machines, rest rooms and CNN on TV. How did I know they close down the gate area at midnight for cleaning (they clean??!?). That meant schlepping down to baggage claim and using my carry-on as a pillow. Note: Did you know those security announcements run 24/7? They do.
I’ve slept in movie theaters (“Field of Dreams” – baseball is boring even with Kevin Costner), church (going to hell for that one), and even during an MRI. That last one was surprising, since they give you that little panic button before they grease your sides and slide you into that little tube.
Panic? Hey, I’m a mother, a wife and a small business owner. I did what any self-respecting woman would do when she lies flat on her back. I went to sleep, despite the technician constantly haranguing me via a little speaker (“Are you all right? All right in there? Everything okay??”).
I slept pretty soundly. Much roomier than a hatchback, come to think of it.