Sacred Haven of Debauchery

As a kid, I almost ran over some overweight women. Three of them were walking, completely blocking a wide road, and I didn't even know how to brake properly yet. I honked at them from a distance, they turned around, looked at me for a couple of seconds, and then, at the same slow pace, lazily turned back and continued their leisurely walk, not even thinking about clearing 10 cm of the road, probably assuming I would drive around them through the sand and bushes, and they got instant karma.
And once in Moscow, when I was young, I hit a tourist, an old woman, and I was drunk. They called the tourist police, but the guy couldn't be bothered, so he slowly walked away, and I drove off.

But I've probably already told both of these stories.