Drunks are pathetic*. I had to pick up some cat food at the local grocery store, and on the way out of the parking lot I was inconvenienced by a particularly sad sack.
The place in question was the MAIN entry/exit driveway for a huge grocery store, where there is a chain-link fence on one side of the driveway blocking access to construction on an auxiliary parking lot. This was in a place with parking for HUNDREDS of automobiles, and it was mere yards from a sidewalk by the doors to the store. Across eighteen feet of asphalt there is a shady island of grass and trees with curbs all around it.
In this place, actually IN the lane of traffic for cars leaving the store, a female in her mid 20s to 30s (rough, hard to tell) with a shirt that didn't cover her tramp stamp, approximately 5'5" 200lbs and a good two feet wide and thick, decided to pour out (on the driveway) a quarter of her freshly-purchased bottle of Coca-Cola, and fill the bottle up with Jack Daniels. That is, she bought coke, jack, and a few other bags full of stuff, walked fifty feet out of the store, and decided that right by-god HERE where cars are trying to drive through is the place to mix up a fresh Jack & Coke.
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*It's not a disease, it's a choice. Choosing to ruin yourself is pathetic.
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