So, since I have started the Schedule of Insanity and Tears and have been working 3 jobs, I have been going out a lot less on wknds. I work every wknd anyway and often I am up at 5am to open at the golf course, and I am waaay too old to deal with that with a hangover. One annoying thing that has developed from this is that I always tend to be the designated driver on the few occasions I do go out. Now, I have no real problem with this, and God knows many people have driven my drunk ass around town back in my glory days, but still, it's getting to be a bit much.
The worst part of it, however, are the people who are clearly completely snapped on booze, but insist that they are a-ok to drive. So now, because I am the only sober person there and feel extra responsible for these dolts, I not only have to drive them home but I have to convince them first that they need to LET me drive them home. Last wknd I was in a situation where things actually got a little heated because a jackhole friend of a friend flat-out refused to let me drive him. The guy was slurring and couldn't open his eyes more than halfway, but no, no, he was fiiiiiiiiine to drive. In the end he excused himself to go to the bathroom, but left and drove home, and thought he was super-clever.
So...what the hell? What do I do with these idiots? How do you convinve a drunken beer-sponge that they need to let you drive them, especially when you don't particulalrly WANT to drive them because all you want is to go home and go to bed?
Thoughts? Ideas???
The worst part of it, however, are the people who are clearly completely snapped on booze, but insist that they are a-ok to drive. So now, because I am the only sober person there and feel extra responsible for these dolts, I not only have to drive them home but I have to convince them first that they need to LET me drive them home. Last wknd I was in a situation where things actually got a little heated because a jackhole friend of a friend flat-out refused to let me drive him. The guy was slurring and couldn't open his eyes more than halfway, but no, no, he was fiiiiiiiiine to drive. In the end he excused himself to go to the bathroom, but left and drove home, and thought he was super-clever.
So...what the hell? What do I do with these idiots? How do you convinve a drunken beer-sponge that they need to let you drive them, especially when you don't particulalrly WANT to drive them because all you want is to go home and go to bed?
Thoughts? Ideas???




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