Saturday, June 03, 2006
Polytx/Drinking & Driving
While in Boston, my skipper and I were invited to a Christmas party. It was a friendly gettogether, and most people had a great time. We were a long way from our ship, and a taxi company refused to pick us up because they said we were too close to Roxbury, after dark. There were a lot of muggings and a few killings there.
One partygoer and his wife came out and heard our conversation. "Yeww don'hav get a cab. We take you back to ship!" he assured us. His wife agreed. And, when we got to the car, he couldn't get the engine started, kept killing it. It was ten below zero, and we were freezing.
"Move ov-ahhh! his wife cried angrily. I'll drive."
He moved over, and said: "Whash thu matt-ah with you?"
"Ohh, the way you acted at the boss's Christmas party. I was mortified when you upchucked on his wife's new Persian Rug. And, you started an argument with the boss's brother. I was
furious!"
"You know what you can do wi' the boshh!" he replied.
"I did. Ye' go back to work, Monday!"
One partygoer and his wife came out and heard our conversation. "Yeww don'hav get a cab. We take you back to ship!" he assured us. His wife agreed. And, when we got to the car, he couldn't get the engine started, kept killing it. It was ten below zero, and we were freezing.
"Move ov-ahhh! his wife cried angrily. I'll drive."
He moved over, and said: "Whash thu matt-ah with you?"
"Ohh, the way you acted at the boss's Christmas party. I was mortified when you upchucked on his wife's new Persian Rug. And, you started an argument with the boss's brother. I was
furious!"
"You know what you can do wi' the boshh!" he replied.
"I did. Ye' go back to work, Monday!"
