Nov 11, 2005 01:44
So I'm at work and we're getting ready to close. We have this ONE guy in the shop, who has been sitting at his table for about three hours, staring into space. We figure he's probably on something. One of my co-workers goes up to him and tries to tell him that we're closed and that he needs to leave. He cannot comprehend and tries standing up but falls back into his chair. We don't know what to do. Trong suggests we call him a cab. I go over there to see if he remembers where he lives.
OMG! It's John, this kid I graduated with. So I tell him to wait until I got off so I can walk him to a bus station and take him home. He throws up. Guess who has to clean he mess? Me.
We wait for a safe-ride that never shows up. So I just walk him home. Yes, I am a good person. So now I'm home and the whole situation is just too funny to me. HA.