Monday, February 9, 2009
I let the moonshine park the car and I am not sure where he left it.
Probably long before we had to concern ourselves with such annoyances like the open container laws or figure out what BAC stood for or even raising the drinking age to 21 in order to get additional highway funds from the fed, we were allowing John Barleycorn to be our valet. I wonder if the driver possibly muttered the comment to his imaginary passenger: "I'm too loaded, here, you take the wheel" before careening off the road at breakneck speed. Assuming he had made it home, he fell out of the car, stumbled back to the road and simply found himself at home the next morning with no clue as to the whereabouts of his car.