Dancing Naked

So last night, gambrinous and full of burrito, my roommates Matt and Dan and I were running to catch the bus back to our apartment. Of course, the bus pulled away about 30 seconds before we get to the bus stop. Panting and screaming, we decide we should just walk home, spending only 20/25 minutes in the cold, since the next bus was at least a half hour away.

We start on our way. Fortunately for us, there is a 7-11 midway between Main Street and our Towne Court apartment. The same 7-11 that my aforementioned convenience-store friend Sayed works at. Dan and I walk in to the shouts of "Jon jan!" Dan grabs a coffee; I grab a green tea, but I know that, despite our quick purchases, we'd be in for a long conversation.

Sayed starts telling us a story about when he was 19, about 16 years ago he admitted to us. He and his friends, inebriated as well, were walking home during a big rainstorm. The reason they were walking home, let me clarify, is because they were driving and the car got swamped with water.
"Automobile turns into big boat! With captain, but no oars!" Sayed roars across his store.

So, Sayed and his friends got out of their car and, according to him, acted as if they were at a car wash and the attendants were all naked. They weren't just washing the car in the rain, they were getting down and dirty on top of that car, dancing naked on top of a car in the middle of the night on a road in Iran. Five Iranian guys, standing on top of a car, dancing naked. Got a mental picture in your head? Good.

When Sayed returned home that night, his father questioned him as to why he was soaking wet and why there were dents on top of the vehicle. Sayed made up some vague story about a tree, some falling branches, and high winds. Needless to say, Sayed's father was a bit skeptical.

Years later, Sayed's father had found a picture of Naked Sayed and confronted him about it, to which all Sayed could do was laugh. What I wonder is: where is that picture now?