745. Driving home
© Bruce Goodman 25 October 2015
Garth frequently imbibed too much booze, especially if he was at a party. Don’t get me wrong; he was responsible. He wouldn’t drive himself home if he’d had a drink. He always got someone to drive him.
“Just a couple of miles,” he’d say. “Here, take my car keys and drive me home.”
He was always very grateful.
“Just stop here,” he’d say. “This is right where I live. This is my house. But wait! How will you get back yourself? It’s too far to walk. Let me drive you back.”
And he would.