After work, a few white-collar workers from downtown arranged to take the same car here, as they were regulars.
They parked the car across the street and walked over. At first, they weren't quite used to it, but after coming often, they realized it wasn't actually dangerous.
Just as they got out of the car, ready for an enjoyable night, someone suddenly shouted at them.
"You can't go there."
The white-collar workers turned to look at the speaker, a guy about thirty or so, someone they didn't know.
"I don't understand, sir."
The driving white-collar worker looked at his companions, "Does it matter to you where we go?"
The man kept shaking his head, "We've got our own bar here, you can't go over there."
The driver waved his hand, "You should see a doctor!" They joked as they prepared to cross the street, but were stopped by the man.
"I said, you can't go over..."
