Usually, when gunshots ring out in the middle of the street, it’s not the sign of a good vacation.
That was my first thought, at least, when my evening stroll to happy hour was interrupted by an enormously loud “BANG” that made me jump straight up in the air.
“Guuuuuuuun fiiiiiiiiiiight!!!!” a young man in a cowboy hat yelled as he stood in the middle of the street, pistol in the air. Normally, I’d call the nearest embassy and suggest a travel advisory.