A free bottle of Beer
So here I sit writing this is a slight haze, well ok it’s not really that bad I have only had one beer. One of the guys at work walked around today at 5ish handing out beer. I as a rule am generally not fond of the stuff but I thought what the hell, so I took one. I go to leave for home half and hour later and I still hadn’t drunk more than maybe a sip or two. As it is illegal to walk around the street with unhidden (well I think you have to have it in some sort of bag) beer, I decide to chug the rest.
This is a mistake, but I do it anyway. Now feeling like I am going to hurl (yeah I know, I know, a girl who can take her liquor!), I say good bye to the guys (I work in an office full of men and only 2 other women – it is not as good as you would think, men are bitches too). And my boss catches me leaving, he makes sure that I got a beer, yes thanks, I did. Don’t forget to take a roadie he quips at me as I head for the door. Never to be the one that doesn’t do what I am told I grab one on my way out the door, but don’t open it, it will spill in the car and I am sure there is some law about drinking and driving. Not so much DUI (driving under the influence) – there is definitely a law about that, but actually drinking and eating while you are driving, I heard some hubbabaloo about this ages ago never heard anything further but you know, I don’t want to take that risk.
The drive home - uneventful as always (but I did sneak through a rail crossing as the lights started to flash – I made that much more dramatic sounding than it was, believe me). I started to think about my boss (not in that way). He would be in his late thirties and is a pub goer, he always makes a big deal of it when I don’t go out to the pub with him and the rest of the guys. I hate the pub, It’s always smoky and as I have never smoked I hate the way it feels as though I have been bathing my eyes in acid and the smell that gets in my hair and through my clothes, not to mention the drunken idiots that are all over the place like some sort of plague. Also none of the people I work with are actually my friends so I would rather have my teeth pulled than hang out with them (I am working on my social skills). But back to the boss, I think he is an arrogant prick, he is not even the sort of person I would choose to associate with let alone have a relationship with. (Well actually he does sound exactly like some of the guys I have had relationships with in the past – oh well).
So to finish, I now have a bottle of beer in the fridge that will probably stay there until some one comes to visit and I give it to them to drink. Because as I mentioned I don’t really like beer, it’s just, I guess, the chance to take something for free.
PS. You’ll be happy to know that the buzz is now completely gone and all I have left is the bitter taste from the beer in my mouth, the things we do.
This is a mistake, but I do it anyway. Now feeling like I am going to hurl (yeah I know, I know, a girl who can take her liquor!), I say good bye to the guys (I work in an office full of men and only 2 other women – it is not as good as you would think, men are bitches too). And my boss catches me leaving, he makes sure that I got a beer, yes thanks, I did. Don’t forget to take a roadie he quips at me as I head for the door. Never to be the one that doesn’t do what I am told I grab one on my way out the door, but don’t open it, it will spill in the car and I am sure there is some law about drinking and driving. Not so much DUI (driving under the influence) – there is definitely a law about that, but actually drinking and eating while you are driving, I heard some hubbabaloo about this ages ago never heard anything further but you know, I don’t want to take that risk.
The drive home - uneventful as always (but I did sneak through a rail crossing as the lights started to flash – I made that much more dramatic sounding than it was, believe me). I started to think about my boss (not in that way). He would be in his late thirties and is a pub goer, he always makes a big deal of it when I don’t go out to the pub with him and the rest of the guys. I hate the pub, It’s always smoky and as I have never smoked I hate the way it feels as though I have been bathing my eyes in acid and the smell that gets in my hair and through my clothes, not to mention the drunken idiots that are all over the place like some sort of plague. Also none of the people I work with are actually my friends so I would rather have my teeth pulled than hang out with them (I am working on my social skills). But back to the boss, I think he is an arrogant prick, he is not even the sort of person I would choose to associate with let alone have a relationship with. (Well actually he does sound exactly like some of the guys I have had relationships with in the past – oh well).
So to finish, I now have a bottle of beer in the fridge that will probably stay there until some one comes to visit and I give it to them to drink. Because as I mentioned I don’t really like beer, it’s just, I guess, the chance to take something for free.
PS. You’ll be happy to know that the buzz is now completely gone and all I have left is the bitter taste from the beer in my mouth, the things we do.
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