I just so happened to come across him in his final resting place of the evening (he was breathing, I checked – then I took photos) on my way to another bar.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Don't Let This Happen To You
It was obvious from the moment I saw this man in the bar he'd had a few too many or his tolerance was far lower than he knew. He was stumbling, stepping on toes and spilling his drink. At one point, he bought a round for his group and then walked away from the bar without his drinks. He returned five minutes later to order another round, before I pointed out that the three drinks already sitting on the bar were the ones he'd already purchased. Ugh.