The Drunk Driver


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The answer to my wife’s frantic screaming bold faced type reply to my informative text is simple.

Our mid 30’s divorced neighbor had passed out in his parents yard after drinking two 18 packs with his father.

His parents left him there and went to a bar to watch their friends band play.

He woke up.

Walked home.

Drank a few more beers.

And decided that he needed to go see the band play as well.

BUT…..

He forgot to drive his truck from his parents house…because he was drunk….so he walked home.

THEREFORE….

Instead of walking back to get his truck and possibly getting lost on the way or getting a DUI if he made it….

He decided to walk across the street and ask if I would take him…to a bar…to watch a band….and to get more drunk….again.

How could I say no to that??

You want to know how I know that my representation of the events that led to me driving the drunk neighbor to the bar were accurate and not falsified in any way shape or form.

Because that’s the story the drunk neighbor told me on the way to the bar.

Not once…

Not twice…

But thrice.

Uggh…..times 3.

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14 thoughts on “The Drunk Driver

  1. Ha ha…you live a most interesting life, kind sir. I love the repeating thing…I was master of that. Annoying when you’re on the receiving end, eh? Let’s hope they all made it back ok…

  2. I have teens – and I always pray when they leave the house they’re safe. So I thank you, from the bottom of my mom heart for driving someone who needed a ride. I hope anyone that needs help finds it, but while finding their way, I pray their journeys don’t include roads and highways.
    AnnMarie

  3. runningonsober says:

    You’re a good man, Charlie Brown.

    He was going to the bar one way or another. At least he went with you–safely.

    I bet your wife was like WTF?!?!

    • My wife was kinda freaking out….better yet, she is off at an AA conference….WTF is an understatement to her reaction. I called her and talked to her after I dropped him off at the bar. I told her,

      “I had to take him….I needed something to post about!”

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