I can’t stop thinking about that weird time in Antarctica. Or was it the Arctic? It happened three years ago. While I was driving away from my research facility my car broke down because I was out of fuel. Because of that I decided to push the car from behind (in retrospect that wasn’t a very good idea). While struggling to push my 1000 kilogram car a random polar bear appeared and smacked my car hood with his two hands. “MOVE!!” was the first thing I yelled. He wouldn’t budge. SO ANNOYING!!
That was the worst experience of my life.