One Hour, Five DUIs

The day didn’t go as planned. Some are like that. Most aren’t. It was 12:30 and our Wednesday was pretty much complete. Grocery-shopping done, senior citizen discount received. Leisurely lunch. All we needed were afternoon naps to top off the fulfilling lives of retirees. A call came from a friend we hadn’t heard from and had been concerned about since her recent divorce. “How’d you like to get tanked?” It wouldn’t have been my first choice for the day, but I knew there had to be more behind her question. I wanted to be a good friend. My husband’s motives may not have been so pure. Within an hour we were on the road. Our friend knew exactly where we needed to go, a joint she called TLETA. Seems it was over forty-five minutes away. Though I’m a non-drinker, I...