Taking Sam home
Where we lived in our tiny house was very close to where his friend Sam lived. They’d gone to highschool together, played football together, drank and partied together. Sam was an interesting character – very much a loner – but is the most loyal person I’ve ever known. One particular evening Sam came over and they were drinking. I, being pregnant, just hung out and played cards with them.
It was late, I didnt like the idea of Sam crashing on our couch – we had a 2 1/2 year old in the next room, I’d really rather Sam landed in his own bed. It was decided that I’d give him a ride home. He was in bad shape, barely able to get himself to the car – 3 minutes later, I was in his driveway, telling him he needed to get out of the car. He thanked me for the ride, I watched him make it into his front door, I turned around and drove home.
When I walked into my bedroom, very ready for bed, I was met with 20 questions and accusations about my 6 minute adventure and how he was POSITIVE we’d had sex. It was so far fetched, but he was convinced. I recounted all 6 minutes…Six minutes down the road and back with someone too drunk to have been able to walk home. It didnt matter. He was SURE of it.
To this day, he believes it.
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