Last night, this man came into the store that was stumbling drunk. We kind of laughed about him while we were making his pizza...he waited in the car. When he came in to pick it up when it was ready, I gave it to him, and smiled and was like have a great night! He just stood there looking at me, swaying on his feet to keep his balance, and turned to walk to the door after a few seconds, and then turned back around and stared at me again, and eventually said "Do I know you?" I said no right away, because even if he did know me somehow, I did not want to get into that with him in that state. It would have gotten too complicated and it was late. I was tired. But he still stood there and just kept looking at me; it got kind of weird, and then he turned and stumbled out the door mumbling "I must know who you're related to..."
He was driving himself. One of the guys I work with who's also a part-time cop had just left like a few minutes before, otherwise we could have done something about it. I guess maybe we could have called the cops or something, to let them know someone was leaving the store drunk or something, but I didn't think about it until it was too late.
I have thought about it a lot, and hope that he didn't cause anything awful. That everyone around him was safe. And I guess that he was safe, too.
It was weird though. And sort of funny because it was so ridiculous. I've never seen anyone that drunk in public. But to me it was mostly sad.
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