So, I've been going to band parties all this week. Last night, I'm the DD, and I drove two people there. One of them keeps on having his "last beer" and getting it refilled. The other has found a girl he fancies a bit, so myself and "last beer" guy head on out. I'm already keeping an eye on him.
So, we hit the road. We're driving along fine (he looks like he's about to pass out) when I see, out of the corner of my eye, he lists to the right and leans his head out the window. Uh-oh.
"You all right?" I ask.
He holds up a finger and says, "Hold on." Five seconds later, "Bleargh!" *splat*
I'm fairly certain that a good portion did not end up all over the right side of my car, and, to his credit, he got about 98% outside of the car. I pull over, and wait for his "okay." All the way, he says, "I'm sorry. I'll wash your whole car tomorrow." He's drunk and post-puked, so I'm not even going to bother holding him to it. :p
We get back, and I tell him to go ahead and pass out upstairs. I survey the damage to my car - my main concern was that, when he puked, the back window on the right side was open, and it was fairly splattered. However, none of it seemed to have come back in, so it was a simple soap-and-rinse job with a lot of paper towels.
Then I proceeded to leave my keys in the ignition (car was turned off), lock the doors, and go back inside (because I'm an idiot). One of my roommates knocks on my door at 8 AM and asks me to move my car. Thankfully, I have two spare keys because I know I'm an idiot, and I move my car and retrieve my keys from the ignition. In addition, it rained for a great deal of the morning, so, what I didn't get washed off in the night was washed away by the rain.
So, we hit the road. We're driving along fine (he looks like he's about to pass out) when I see, out of the corner of my eye, he lists to the right and leans his head out the window. Uh-oh.
"You all right?" I ask.
He holds up a finger and says, "Hold on." Five seconds later, "Bleargh!" *splat*
I'm fairly certain that a good portion did not end up all over the right side of my car, and, to his credit, he got about 98% outside of the car. I pull over, and wait for his "okay." All the way, he says, "I'm sorry. I'll wash your whole car tomorrow." He's drunk and post-puked, so I'm not even going to bother holding him to it. :p
We get back, and I tell him to go ahead and pass out upstairs. I survey the damage to my car - my main concern was that, when he puked, the back window on the right side was open, and it was fairly splattered. However, none of it seemed to have come back in, so it was a simple soap-and-rinse job with a lot of paper towels.
Then I proceeded to leave my keys in the ignition (car was turned off), lock the doors, and go back inside (because I'm an idiot). One of my roommates knocks on my door at 8 AM and asks me to move my car. Thankfully, I have two spare keys because I know I'm an idiot, and I move my car and retrieve my keys from the ignition. In addition, it rained for a great deal of the morning, so, what I didn't get washed off in the night was washed away by the rain.
the idiot is the person who follows the idiot and your not following me your insulting me your following the path of a idiot so that makes you the idiot - LC Tusken
