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Last weekend The Boys and I joined my parents in the desert to celebrate Mother's Day, Father's Day and (most importantly 
) my birthday. (We only get to see each other a few times a year so usually celebrations are lumped together) It was a great trip but there was one bit of craziness that I had to share.
One night my parents treated us to dinner at a nice BBQ place. Baby Spork wasn't feeling well so my SO took him outside while my parents and I finished dessert and paid. When we left to find The Boys we met Drunky. *quick background note: This shopping center had a HUGE parking lot and they are awesome in the fact that there were people driving golf carts to take you to and from your car...very nice!* Drunky as the name notes was VERY clearly drunk. Stumbling, slurring his words, laughing at random things...anything that is stereotypically drunk..this guy was it. He was walking circles (literally) around his female companion, who seems sober enough, and babbling something. My parents and I snickered a bit but didn't really pay much attention since we were going the opposite way. Eventually we find The Boys and headed out to the car.
As we step onto the street we cross in front of a golf cart filled with people including Drunky + friend. Drunky starts yelling. "Get out of the way! Can't you SEE that we were driving?! Don't you know that I have to be somewhere?" It should be noted that by the time he finished his first sentence we were out of the way and walking to our car and the cart has already started to go.
We get to our car which happens to be across from Drunky. Drunky + Female are chatting with the driver and wait..he has keys in his hands...wait...Female's not letting him drive is she? SHE IS!! HOLY CRAP! FAMILY! GET IN THE CAR!! GO! We scramble to get ready (not easy with a 18 mo) while Drunky trys to figure out how to open his car and Female is now showing pictures to the driver. As we're pulling away Drunky and Female have finally made it in and he FLOORS THE CAR INTO THE BACK OF THE GOLF CART into the spot we had just left! 
If we had been any slower he would have rammed the cart into our car! My dad pulled over and made sure that the driver was ok (she was thank god!) and he calls the cops and gives them and description of the car and plate info. A Supervisor of the center (I assume Driver radioed in) came over and took statements from my parents (SO and I were trying to kept Baby Spork entertained) and we finally were on our way home.
A few miles down the road we see water shooting all over the road and lights flashing. A car had hit a fire hydrant along the main drag. Yup! Drunky strikes again! and the police had him face down on the sidwalk and Female was being held back while she screamed at the police holding him. We just smiled and
AHH Karma!
*note: I apologise if any of the above is a bit choppy. I'm typing this with my son on my lap and have had to delete and retype most sections.
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) my birthday. (We only get to see each other a few times a year so usually celebrations are lumped together) It was a great trip but there was one bit of craziness that I had to share.One night my parents treated us to dinner at a nice BBQ place. Baby Spork wasn't feeling well so my SO took him outside while my parents and I finished dessert and paid. When we left to find The Boys we met Drunky. *quick background note: This shopping center had a HUGE parking lot and they are awesome in the fact that there were people driving golf carts to take you to and from your car...very nice!* Drunky as the name notes was VERY clearly drunk. Stumbling, slurring his words, laughing at random things...anything that is stereotypically drunk..this guy was it. He was walking circles (literally) around his female companion, who seems sober enough, and babbling something. My parents and I snickered a bit but didn't really pay much attention since we were going the opposite way. Eventually we find The Boys and headed out to the car.
As we step onto the street we cross in front of a golf cart filled with people including Drunky + friend. Drunky starts yelling. "Get out of the way! Can't you SEE that we were driving?! Don't you know that I have to be somewhere?" It should be noted that by the time he finished his first sentence we were out of the way and walking to our car and the cart has already started to go.
We get to our car which happens to be across from Drunky. Drunky + Female are chatting with the driver and wait..he has keys in his hands...wait...Female's not letting him drive is she? SHE IS!! HOLY CRAP! FAMILY! GET IN THE CAR!! GO! We scramble to get ready (not easy with a 18 mo) while Drunky trys to figure out how to open his car and Female is now showing pictures to the driver. As we're pulling away Drunky and Female have finally made it in and he FLOORS THE CAR INTO THE BACK OF THE GOLF CART into the spot we had just left! If we had been any slower he would have rammed the cart into our car! My dad pulled over and made sure that the driver was ok (she was thank god!) and he calls the cops and gives them and description of the car and plate info. A Supervisor of the center (I assume Driver radioed in) came over and took statements from my parents (SO and I were trying to kept Baby Spork entertained) and we finally were on our way home. A few miles down the road we see water shooting all over the road and lights flashing. A car had hit a fire hydrant along the main drag. Yup! Drunky strikes again! and the police had him face down on the sidwalk and Female was being held back while she screamed at the police holding him. We just smiled and
AHH Karma! *note: I apologise if any of the above is a bit choppy. I'm typing this with my son on my lap and have had to delete and retype most sections.
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