I Can Drive
Through the ages it's always been that to avoid ever having to explain myself as "mad wasted," I make up jokes. When I first started experimenting with intoxication in early high school, I would hit my cheeks and giggle, "I can't feel my face, it's begun!" It doesn't really sound funny but teenage alcoholics have low humor standards.
My current joke is saying, "No, it's cool, I can drive," because, even sober, I'm still not a licensed driver. "Don't worry, I can seat six. What time do you need to be home? Hold on, let me just finish this." I dated a kid who would use the joke when I wasn't around but he knew how to drive so it just sounded like a cause for concern.
On Tuesday night, after four drinks in one bar, Lez Tyler and I went to Penn Station. She was waiting for a train and I was waiting for my younger brother's train so that I could take him up to school with me. Because I had long missed the last train to White Plains, we were required to take a cab. I approached two Penn Station police officers who were leaning on a security golf kart to ask them the best way to travel North. One of them told me to hail a black cab and refuse a fare over $100. The other one saw Lez Tyler trip sideways over of her feet in an attempt to walk to the in-station Starbucks; he joked, "Somebody's wasted."
I didn't see Lez Tyler's action but instantly responded, "No, it's cool, I can drive." The cops laughed a lot [because they're irresponsible].
My current joke is saying, "No, it's cool, I can drive," because, even sober, I'm still not a licensed driver. "Don't worry, I can seat six. What time do you need to be home? Hold on, let me just finish this." I dated a kid who would use the joke when I wasn't around but he knew how to drive so it just sounded like a cause for concern.
On Tuesday night, after four drinks in one bar, Lez Tyler and I went to Penn Station. She was waiting for a train and I was waiting for my younger brother's train so that I could take him up to school with me. Because I had long missed the last train to White Plains, we were required to take a cab. I approached two Penn Station police officers who were leaning on a security golf kart to ask them the best way to travel North. One of them told me to hail a black cab and refuse a fare over $100. The other one saw Lez Tyler trip sideways over of her feet in an attempt to walk to the in-station Starbucks; he joked, "Somebody's wasted."
I didn't see Lez Tyler's action but instantly responded, "No, it's cool, I can drive." The cops laughed a lot [because they're irresponsible].