Yacht

They have been walking from some unimaginable distance. ‘Hey I see it! It’s the car.’ But his desperate call echoed unanswered. His companion didn’t respond in any way. All she did was hanging in his hand motionless. They had too much to drink and although getting in the car seemed like a stupid idea, there had to be some way to get home or to the hospital. They called an ambulance at the bar, actually the bar tender did, he kindly took care of this difficult matter of picking up the phone and chain meaningful, intelligible sentences together to the operator on the other end. He was told to piss off and don’t ever bother them with people drinking themselves to death in his bar.

Things were like this recently. More and more people became obsessed with being drunk or high on a continuous loop while they received less and less care. He couldn’t find his keys. For about 2 months he was kind of used to it now. She started only tonight and he thought this may have been the problem. He forgot to tell her not to try keeping up with him.

It was difficult to look through his pockets holding her with both arms at first, after freeing one arm stepping a foot on the curb resting her waist on his raised thigh things seemed easier. Although standing in itself was a trick and the magic act, coordination complicated things. ‘I’m gonna put you down, ok?’
He didn’t manage so gently as intended and for a short second before remembering the keys he became concerned for her head. It released a suspicious knock when hitting the pavement. Still no sign of the key after searching all his pockets he turned to the unconscious women ‘Britney, Britney! Do you have the key?’
There was no answer. Searching all her pockets and finally remembering the bag he stood up hesitantly. He didn’t want to leave her here but really had no intention carrying her back and forth between car and bar. Maybe propping her up against the side of the car she would be fine for that couple of minutes. It was a troublesome exercise.

‘You looking for this pal?’
‘Yeah, thanks. I thought I lost it forever…’ he answered relieved.
‘How is your girlfriend?’ the question appeared to present concern but his tone told otherwise.
‘She gonna be fine!’ he mumbled and left overcoming a desire to have a shot of vodka before heading out again. The bar tender seemed to pity him. Fools’ he must have thought. But it wasn’t him losing his job. He may be amongst the very few in fact, who managed to keep it. Bankers, Politicians and Bar Tenders. By the time he made to the car he found the key. Getting her inside, and out again at home, through the door and into her bed he would knock her head or other parts into furniture or doorframes few more times but it wouldn’t became a source of complications.

She would have the hangover of her life going on for days. Alcohol poisoning does that. Fortunately, she won’t have to feel bad about calling in sick come Monday morning. There is no job to go to anymore. Schools can do with less teachers, no support stuff, even worst food. In fact, cities can do with fewer schools especially since constant food rioting in deprived areas torched everything. This is merely a natural succeeding development of the ‘Everyone’s got to pay’ policy. Yachts are expensive.