We used to do a skit when we were bored.
We would drive to a village pub and my friend Marc would walk in with dark sunglasses on and a walking cane making out he was blind.
I would get us a couple of pints, then after we had drunk them I would go to the toilet.
Marc would then pretend to panic, yelling for me. He would swing around banging on the furniture, knocking lasses over, etc. until I came running out of the toilet.
I would then apologise to everyone, clam him down and walk him out to the car.
I would help him into the DRIVERS SEAT, and then run around to the passenger seat and we would tear off watching the stunned faces of the punters in the pub.
Boys will be boys