Do I want to do this?
I had been working nights in a factory that assembled fibre optic components shortly before Nortel imploded and had been invited to a house warming party - most of the floor were there as the place was huge. We all brought beer and much merriment was had.

But there's always one (and for once, it wasn't me). This lad was wafer thin and well... Odd, to say the least. Everyone was having a fairly good time and it all seemed to be going swimingly. The booze was going down well as the night progressed but this one lad just couldn't take it. In the kitchen he started to get a little bit punchy with me. But knowing I was only a guest I decided that I should leave rather than excaserbate the situation further. As I was leaving one of the team leaders whom I got on with stopped me and asked what was wrong.

"Wait right there Lea, I'll sort it. You're not leaving." The tone of his voice made it clear that this would be happening. I would have given statues a run for their money in the holding still stakes.

He walks into the kitchen where this prat is and closes the door behind him. A minute later he comes out and gives me the nod. All sorted.

As the night went on, the drinking games started - the blokes out in the garden in some bloody great tent thing and the women indoors. The games were good I have to say. Then one final game started. Apparently this one lad had upset practically everyone there over the course of the night and now his card was well and truly marked with his getting nasty.

I turned to another team leader who I didn't know so well and asked "Do I want to do this?" regarding the game. He gave me a knowing grin and said "No, just watch, you'll enjoy it more."

The game was simple - A can of beer would be passed around, you had to repeat a phrase, if you got it wrong, you had to drink the beer and a new phrase was issued.
And so I watched as every time the bottle went around it landed on the lad and he was made to drink yet another beer. He must have had at least a dozen by the end of the game and a taxi was organised for him to be sent home. To say he was hammered would be an understatement of biblical proportions.

But I want to thank both of those team leaders for their actions that night, as just as I left the lad in the kitchen I was feeling pretty down about it all - my night at that moment felt like it had been ruined. Instead it turned out fantastic to see a little alcohol fuelled karma come into play before my very eyes.

Thanks guys.

Another bit of advice:

A chap I knew by the name of Wenham was always fond of saying,
"Old age and treachery conquer youth and skill every time."

Length etc.
(the_leander, Fri 21 May 2010, 14:12, 1 reply)

I'm glad you did it.
Quiet and powerful, I click thee.
( I smash things in my sleep uruk-hai ...and I'll look low. Now where'd they go?, Tue 25 May 2010, 5:02, closed)