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So a drunk guy comes up to me in the pisser at the bar. His nose has been previously smashed the fuck off. He's drunk as fuck, and wants a ride home, a few miles up the street the opposite way of my apartment
He says he's a maple sugar farmer who just lost his friend and came from his funeral. I can relate to these things, I cook up some syrups too and I know the kind of work involved.
I have an awkward conversation with him (still in the pisser) and he asks me if I smoke weed. I tell him no (this may or may not be true). He offers to buy me a drink, I tell him I'm all set. The bouncer at the bar says he's harmless, and that it's really up to me if I want to give him a ride. He even offers me a "shot for the road" if I give him a ride.
I leave the bathroom, and he stays in there for at least another 10 minutes. I pound my beer and me and my roomate leave before he comes out.
Sorry for the essay, but the whole thing has me feeling weird. Did I do the right thing?
He says he's a maple sugar farmer who just lost his friend and came from his funeral. I can relate to these things, I cook up some syrups too and I know the kind of work involved.
I have an awkward conversation with him (still in the pisser) and he asks me if I smoke weed. I tell him no (this may or may not be true). He offers to buy me a drink, I tell him I'm all set. The bouncer at the bar says he's harmless, and that it's really up to me if I want to give him a ride. He even offers me a "shot for the road" if I give him a ride.
I leave the bathroom, and he stays in there for at least another 10 minutes. I pound my beer and me and my roomate leave before he comes out.
Sorry for the essay, but the whole thing has me feeling weird. Did I do the right thing?
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