And we turned off and 30 miles south they're standing in the middle of our road blocking our way, stopped the car, got out, took us through the path in the woods, where the craft was on the ground.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We were so far back in the woods, they almost had to pipe in sunlight.
While we were at work there came nine or 10 of the natives to a small hill a little way from us, and stood there menacing and threatening of us, and making a great noise. At last one of them came towards us, and the rest followed at a distance.
I used to work as a tour guide for Americans. I'm convinced that even after four weeks on the road they had no idea where they had been. They were in a bubble.
I saw a sign it said left lane closed so I went someplace else.
I was on this bridge overlooking the carpet... I think it went all the way back to Oregon.
Along 4 Mile Run, there was a nice woods down in front of the house. I used to run around there.
I drove a tractor almost as soon as I could reach the pedals.
It was lights, camera, inaction.
When my car broke down in L.A., nobody stopped. They just kept whizzing by.
We were driven off like rats in five minutes.