A drunk mother and son comfort one another
“Another,” I slurred while raising my hand to attract the barman’s attention. “Ma’am, don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He asked with concern in his voice as he took away the empty glass that was in front of me. I gave him a withering look. “I’m old enough to know when I’ve had enough but not old enough that you should be calling me ma’am!” He must have gotten the message I was trying to deliver as he sat down another glass and poured in an excessive amount of whiskey. I may have put up a brave face at the … Read more