Last night, at work, I saw a woman trying to open our locked patio door. I noticed two things: she was holding her shoes and she was smashed. Amazingly, she made her way around to the side door and sat at the bar.
It was close to the end of the night, so I gave her a glass of water (no one in their right mind would have served her) and asked her if anyone was planning on meeting her. She shook her head no, and that was the only communication we had.
All of my further attempt to get her to talk were met with befuddled silence. I asked if I could call her a cab, if she lived nearby, if she wanted something to eat. No responses. She put her head down on the bar twice, and twice I woke her up.
20 minutes after she entered, I went to get something for someone else, and she disappeared. I trust that the universe takes care of drunks, but in her case, I’m not really sure.
Just one more story of which I’ll never know the ending.