Rising Alcohol Consumption
On Friday night, after our department's Christmas party, I got on the Metro with two male coworkers around midnight. A group of drunk guys managed to fubar the doors of the train while trying to buy some time for their ticketless drunk buddies. A female Metro worker was on hand to fix the door problem. As she went about her job, calling into HQ, removing the ceiling panel and tinkering with the circuitry, the drunken men didn't make her job any easier. They hung around saying things to her - I couldn't tell what they were saying, but they were obviously being provoking and borderline harassing. They didn't touch her, though - overall there seemed no threat to her safety.
I wanted to support her since she seemed to be by herself (usually these workers are deployed in pairs, so in hindsight her partner was probably on the platform). First, I suggested one of my male coworkers go. He refused, his reasoning being that for one man to approach a group of drunk guys in a confrontational way is just asking for trouble. Hmm, I didn't think of it that way, but he was probably right. I got up to go myself, but paused because I felt not so steady in my high heels. The moment passed, and by then the door was fixed and we were on our way again (with the rowdy drunkards).
Friday was chock full of drunkards. At my departmental party, they were really loud and obnoxiously bold and I was happy to escape them. (Note: none of the obnoxious ones were from my company - we were sharing the venue with a few companies). And when Kendrick came home from his party, he was a tad tipsy. Being a sleepy-drunk, he was by far the the nicest drunk of the evening.
I wanted to support her since she seemed to be by herself (usually these workers are deployed in pairs, so in hindsight her partner was probably on the platform). First, I suggested one of my male coworkers go. He refused, his reasoning being that for one man to approach a group of drunk guys in a confrontational way is just asking for trouble. Hmm, I didn't think of it that way, but he was probably right. I got up to go myself, but paused because I felt not so steady in my high heels. The moment passed, and by then the door was fixed and we were on our way again (with the rowdy drunkards).
Friday was chock full of drunkards. At my departmental party, they were really loud and obnoxiously bold and I was happy to escape them. (Note: none of the obnoxious ones were from my company - we were sharing the venue with a few companies). And when Kendrick came home from his party, he was a tad tipsy. Being a sleepy-drunk, he was by far the the nicest drunk of the evening.
posted by Gina at 9:23 PM
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As I write this comment I'm watching an episode of "30 Days" by Morgan Spurlock; the guy who made "Supersize Me".
In this episode, a woman is trying to show her daughter the dangers of her binge-drinking college lifestyle by becoming a binge-drinker herself for 30 days.
Gina, how come you have to be such a do-gooder? I'm asking seriously. You might ask, "Growli, where is your conscience?"
But don't you have a voice in you that says, "Bah. Let them rot."?
I'm just joking. I would have jumped on the chance to prove my kung fu against some tipsy drunks!
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