So….am I a total drunk magnet or just highly sensitive to it? Cuz, I want it all to go away.
I picked up Gracie from school and headed across the street to get a soft serve cone with her.
It’s 80 degrees in Tahoe today! Wooohoooo!
Anyhow, we walked in to place our order and I noticed that the women at the counter was kind of fumbling and dropping change and….it took her about 3 minutes to come up with 4.12. The counter guy kept rolling his eyes. He finally asked to take my order while she dug around. As soon as I stepped within 3 feet of her I could smell the booze. She reeked. I know what it smells like and it was booze.
She tried to talk to Gracie and was slurring and not able to find some words.
I quickly took G outside and tried to forget about the drunk and enjoy my girl.
There are a few homeless and vagrants in Tahoe, so I figured she was one of them.
Though she wasn’t dirty, just frumpy and boozey. Though she did have green stuff
on the tip of her nose, like food.
I tried to forget about her until she walked out with car keys in her hand.
Please, please don’t let her get in a car, PLEASE. I just want to enjoy my
daughter. I don’t want to be a fucking police officer. PLEASE.
She literally stumbles across the parking lot. Gah, why. WHY WHY.
She gets in her car. I tell Gracie to stay sitting at the table and walk over to
the woman’s car and knock on the window. She tries multiple times to
get the window down, then realizes she’s holding the keys and tried to
get them in the ignition. I yank open her car door. (in retrospect, i was an idiot)
I told her that I was worried about her driving. She gave me the dumb drunk stare.
Why? Because I think you have been drinking. Who me? Not me. I’m on
medication. I told her that might be true, but Im not aware of any meds that
smell like ALCOHOL. She just played dumb and even said that she was doing
really well driving while on meds.
I told her that my son was killed by a drunk
driver and I really didn’t want her to drive in her condition, whether it was from booze or meds. I told her that I would call her a cab.
She just kept telling me she had not been drinking today. Did not have one
drink today. It was 3:30. She was drunk. Of that, I have no doubt. I told
her one more time that my son was killed by a drunk driver and that she
could kill someone. I asked her to please get out of the car and wait for
a cab. She shook her head and slurred some words. I looked her in the
eye and told her that I was going to call the police. She slammed her door and
drove off.
Gracie’s gum was bleeding from biting into the cone and having
lost a tooth last night, so it took me a couple of minutes to get my
phone to call the police. Right then I looked up and saw a police car and flagged him down and gave them drunk woman’s license plate number and pointed the directions he had driven off.
Fuck me. For real. I want to turn a blind eye to it all, but how.
She could kill someone….someone’s loved one, someone’s child.
I don’t want to be the alcohol police. I love a couple of
beers on a hot day, or a few glasses of wine. I hate
that alcohol is so addicting and ruining so many lives in
so many different ways. I”M ANGRY!
I’m not asking why me in a poor me way, but why me in a
truly WHY ME way. I need to figure out why this keeps happening
to me and what I am supposed to do with it. I know I can’t
save the fucking world, but maybe I need to see more
of what and why it’s in my face. Like Eric dying wasn’t
in my face enough. I am listening, God, but, I’m lost.
