10-24-2013, 06:42 PM
(10-24-2013, 04:27 PM)Maggot Wrote: I would have kept the keys and driven myself home, then in the morning drive the car to his mothers house and had the caregiver give me a ride home or just walk back home. But not before turning everything on in the car and greasing the steering wheel with vaseline. Maybe drop a few drips of good perfume on the seats and maybe buy a few cheap feeder mice from a pet store to let loose in the car.
Maybe put them in the glovebox.
Yeah, I actually considered it. But, I've met him once before; he wasn't dumb when he wasn't drunk.
So, you just know he would have suspected the old "feeder mice in the glovebox" routine and duct-taped it shut as soon as he sobered up, then jumped behind the nicely lubed wheel for a slick aromatic drive around the city, and tossed the asphyxiated little feeder carcasses out the window and onto my front steps to rot...laughing all the way.
Figured, why reward the old idiot for bad behavior? and opted for the freezing walk and bitching about it here instead.
Having since taken a long nap, and looking back on it now, I wonder if I made the right choice.
