Oh the joys of 6th Street
Friday was a long day for me. I spent most of it loading and unloading cookie dough. The most delicious cookie dough ever. I was pretty tired and I wanted to go home and just sit in my chair, play WOW, while eating Panda Express but I recieved a text saying that we were "going out". I wasnt down for 6th street but dinner at Baby A's sounded good.
I got off of work around 7:30 and made the drive up to Baby A's. I was just about to pull into the parking lot when I notice someone walking in a very exagerated, puffed up, elbows out, comical jaunt down the side of the road. After a quick laugh and a second glance I realized it was my friend. So, I stopped put the car in park and reached across my car to roll down the window. Why does it take all that effort to roll down my window? Because my arms are short and I dont have automatic windows. I have to lean over and reach as far as I can to turn the nob that rolls down my window.
So I finally get my window rolled down and I pull up next to him.
"Hey, where are you going?" I yelled at him.
"I Don't want any!" He yelled back.
"Hey, you need a ride." At this point I think he actually notice me. He started at me with squinted eyes and a look that said, "stay back I could vomit at any time". I wasnt worried though. I should have been.
"James?" He asked as if he hadnt seen me in years.
"Hey man, Where are you going?" At this point I knew he was wasted.
"I'm walking home." He almost started to walk again. It was like saying something also triggered the rest of his body.
"Get in Ill take you." It was a long walk home and I wasnt about to let him try and make it.
"Really? Sweet man I really appreciate it."
He got into my car and didnt roll up the window. about ten seconds after he got in he started to spit out the window, like he had a bad taste in his mouth and couldnt get it out. "Please dont throw up in my car." I said half joking.
To his credit he didnt. He leaned out and threw up all over the side and who cared about the side of your car? I dont. It took five mins to take him home and three were spent leaning outside the car one was spent apologizing and the rest was telling me about how he got engaged the week earlier and he was Celebrating.
I got off of work around 7:30 and made the drive up to Baby A's. I was just about to pull into the parking lot when I notice someone walking in a very exagerated, puffed up, elbows out, comical jaunt down the side of the road. After a quick laugh and a second glance I realized it was my friend. So, I stopped put the car in park and reached across my car to roll down the window. Why does it take all that effort to roll down my window? Because my arms are short and I dont have automatic windows. I have to lean over and reach as far as I can to turn the nob that rolls down my window.
So I finally get my window rolled down and I pull up next to him.
"Hey, where are you going?" I yelled at him.
"I Don't want any!" He yelled back.
"Hey, you need a ride." At this point I think he actually notice me. He started at me with squinted eyes and a look that said, "stay back I could vomit at any time". I wasnt worried though. I should have been.
"James?" He asked as if he hadnt seen me in years.
"Hey man, Where are you going?" At this point I knew he was wasted.
"I'm walking home." He almost started to walk again. It was like saying something also triggered the rest of his body.
"Get in Ill take you." It was a long walk home and I wasnt about to let him try and make it.
"Really? Sweet man I really appreciate it."
He got into my car and didnt roll up the window. about ten seconds after he got in he started to spit out the window, like he had a bad taste in his mouth and couldnt get it out. "Please dont throw up in my car." I said half joking.
To his credit he didnt. He leaned out and threw up all over the side and who cared about the side of your car? I dont. It took five mins to take him home and three were spent leaning outside the car one was spent apologizing and the rest was telling me about how he got engaged the week earlier and he was Celebrating.
posted by tshirtguy | 11:52 AM
4 Comments:
Which friend was that?
I didnt put his name for a reason. You can just ask me next time you see me.
celebrating, huh? "I'm getting married! Now I'm going to go drink myself into oblivion until I forget that I just promised some girl the rest of my life!"
Sad.
You should have seen her she went home to "take care of him" but I know she probably went and made his life miserable for it.
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