Drunk...knee walking, commode hugging, moose calling drunk.
Stupid drunk.
I haven't been around that in a while. I took Yella and our friend to her home and I returned to help out.
I carried his wife to my truck...she couldn't walk on her own. My big worry was whether she would puke in my car.
A farmer stopped with a truck. He had a tow cable so we pulled him out onto the road only to find out he had shelled out the transmission trying to get out unstuck and the car wouldn't move...so we pushed the car back into the ditch to get it off the road.
That was time well spent.
Then the police showed up. They pulled out a breath tester and asked him to blow in it...he refused. Uh oh!!!
I took the wife home. It took her 6 tries to find her house, we were within a couple of blocks. That 's how drunk she was. Then it took her 15 minutes to find her keys...the wrong keys. Then she went around the side of the house to pee and she returned with out her pants on...not a pretty sight, I assure you.
I sat her down on the porch and rushed back to the husband hoping he would still be there with the cops. He was and he had the keys. He also had a Spanish speaking friend with him who was working on the cops hard and heavy, trying to bribe, lie or anything else to avoid him going to jail.
Back to the house, got the door open, shoved the wife in only to have her close the electric gate on my car. Luckily, no damage.
As I was pulling out onto the road, a car approached with the husband and a friend. He had managed to avoid jail but they took his car and license.
All this took 90 minutes, full of mind numbing, s-l-o-w stupidity. Everything took 10 times as long because they just couldn't think or put 2 and 2 together.
I got back to our friends house at 11:00 pm.
I was left with overwhelming sadness. These are good people when sober. Friends. Reduced to a level of stupidity that is unimaginable. Very sad.
But I had to help...that was me 28 years ago.
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