Beer and Ribs
So it’s three in the morning and I am just getting in. My nose is burning from the smell of puke. It’s so bad that it makes my stomach churn something fierce. As a result, I’m warming up some ribs my mom made for dinner. Hopefully, that will drive away the puke smell. So why do I smell vomit? Well, just a few minutes before my shift ended, I got a call from one of my friends (who shall go nameless.) This friend needed a ride home because drinking to excess leads to puking! I thought that she would make it but the puke stains in my car show otherwise. After apologizing, she gave me some money to pay for the cleaning. I gave the interior a good soap scrub and the febreezed the hell out of it. Now it is airing out. Will that be enough? I’ll find out in the morning.
I should be miffed that someone puked in my car but I’m not. I’d do it again because I would rather be there for my friends at there crappiest moments than not. So all of you out there, if you need a ride home, don’t hesitate to ask me. I will come and get you. This of course, does not apply to people I don’t know or who live outside the Michiana area.
I’m not telling you this to brag how good of a friend I am. Rather, I need to explain to my Dad why I ate his ribs. And mmm, mmm, are they good.
I should be miffed that someone puked in my car but I’m not. I’d do it again because I would rather be there for my friends at there crappiest moments than not. So all of you out there, if you need a ride home, don’t hesitate to ask me. I will come and get you. This of course, does not apply to people I don’t know or who live outside the Michiana area.
I’m not telling you this to brag how good of a friend I am. Rather, I need to explain to my Dad why I ate his ribs. And mmm, mmm, are they good.
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