These Are A Few Of My Least Favorite Things

Tonight while we were at dinner, there was a "gentleman" sitting behind me talking. He wasn't speaking loudly, nor was he swearing. No, he was going on about how good he was at one of the things that raises my hackles. Drunk driving.

He was going on and on about how he had been out and had four glasses of wine, and then was offered a Bombay martini, so he couldn't say no to it, and then he drove home. -Oh, no he told his dinner mates he got home just fine. He doesn't like to do it, so he doesn't do it too often. And he said he would just tell whoever pulled him over it was a mistake to drive that way and he was sorry. Also where he lives isn't patrolled much so he usually gets home alright, as long as no one is in front of him.

It took everything I had in me not to turn around and tell him what an asshat I thought he was. How dare he play roulette with other people's lives like that. If something ever happened to my family because of a drunk driver, I don't honestly know what I would do. I HATE drunk drivers, and think they should get no leniency. Instead of talking to him, I told our server what he had been saying. She spoke to the manager, and she started looking at the ticket for that table and they were going to watch him closely to make sure he didn't leave smashed. If that happened, the restaurant could be held liable for any damage he caused.

To me, drunk drivers rank up there with child molesters and people who prey on the elderly. They should be dealt with harshly.