In the Summer of ‘97, you were staying in Long Island with your family while on vacation, and your mother asked you to take your little brother to the arcade that was also a pizza joint.

You were looking after your little brother while he was playing Mortal Kombat II. But then, someone bumped into you and spilled their drink on you.

“Oh… Geez. I'm sorry ma’am!” A young man seeming to be your age apologized to you. He was with his friends and they were giggling.