Most of my posts are based off personal experiences, so please bear with me and know that for the most part everything I say here is the "gospel truth", just with some added over-exaggerated prose to get the point across and give you a picture on your minds journey with me...

So, have you ever had the opportunity to hang out late night @ a fast-food joint? Weird question, huh? Not your usual haunt? I didn't think so! LOL It's not mine either, but I had to ask... Well I just had my first late night solo jaunt at the Mickey D's on the corner of New York and 13th St. NW around two or maybe it was three am. I was waiting for a friend of mine to pick me up as I had just arrived in town after a four hour journey. I had tons of time before they arrived and as I had no desire and no intentions to freeze my butt off, I figured it was someplace to keep warm. I knew I would at least be able to get something to warm me up. And it was the closest place to Metro Center (the pickup location) open for business.

As soon as I stepped into the establishment I should have known that it was going to be an interesting time. I wanted some hot chocolate, but wouldn't you know it, they had just shut down the machine and cleaned it. Well I had skipped dinner and I was a bit hungry so I ordered a sandwhich meal with a cup of cofee and two apples pies for $1. Well, my next task was to find a seat to eat in peace, which proved a little difficult. There were a couple transients, who looked to be regulars; this latino looking dude trying to sweet-talk this asian young lady ( who spoke-a vewwy likkle english) and two dudes in a booth and a lone guy taking up a four-seater. Well I sat next to the lone guy, after having asked if it was ok. As soon as he left and the two dudes vacated the booth, I quickly relocated to the booth which afforded me a pretty good view of the whole restaurant. Well I wasn't sitting there for too long before this latino guy asks me whether or not it was ok for him to sit with me. Well, by this time I had half-eaten most of my meal and there was an apple pie sitting in front of me.

This dude who I didn't know from Adam, stretched his hand all the way over to my side of the table and takes my apple pie from in front me. I had to do a double take, and watched while he proceeded to open the box and dip the apple pie into his BBQ sauce. Yes, I said it, BBQ SAUCE! A little perturbed, I turned around and in my sarcastic tone I said, "Sure, you are most welcome to have my apple pie, please do enjoy." He then looks at me, eyes quite un-focused and then says, "Would you like some apple pie?" I had to laugh, 'cause it was then that I realized his dilema, Dude was wasted beyond belief...LOL!! He then picks up the apple pie with his bare hands and offers it to me... I was like, "No, no, no you have it, you can't really expect me to eat it now that your hands have touched it, right?" And he kept insisting until I firmly said, "No!, you have it". But the craziness does not end there. I also had a napkin in front of me, which I had just used to blow my nose... Don't you know this dude, reaches over again, picks up my napkin and proceeds to wipe his hands clean... Hehehehe! Clean? Yeah Right! At that point, I had to stop him and offer him some of my hand sanitizer, and let him know that the napkin was definitely not clean... I mean really there was boogers on the napkin... Then he almost got the sista-girl cuss-out, when he tried to spit some game and ask me who I was talking to on the phone. I couldn't believe he had the nerve, but then I remembered alcohol loosens up the tongue as well as the inhibitions... But really how drunk are you going to get in public, so as to act out and make a fool of yourself, and if you plan on getting drunk, shouldn't you have a friend, wingman or someone else who will hav eyour back along just in case? This dude was soo drunk that he eventually left and then came back because he was incapable of finding his way home... Thank God! my ride came and I left him sitting there trying to figure out his next move...

It has me wondering however, at what point is a person too drunk and needs to find themselves a corner to sober up or just go home? "Alcohol is a helluva drug!"

It's just "Another Day & Another Bubble Popped"