"Look you have to drive Jenny home!" said my boss.
"Why do I have to do it? She lives all the way at the other end of the island and she is gone, out of it, she will wind up puking in my car."
"Sorry but I have all these other people to drive out to Jersey. So can you be a team play and do this?"
When the boss says "team player" it means "do it or you are going out of your way to be on my shit list."
I had a lot of plans for Sunday so I hoped I could take Jenny home and make it back early. She had had way too much to drink, something she usually does not do, but she was aggravated over losing out on a promotion; so she had tipped her glass one time too many.
I got her into my car and rode with the window open to give her some fresh air. She turned a bit green at times but she made it to her driveway before losing it on the pavement. I held her steady until she was done then hustled her indoors. It looked like the rain was going to take care of the mess for her. It was quickly turning cold and I hoped it would not snow.
I got her inside after fishing her keys out from her bag; something that made me uncomfortable to do. I knew enough about the "spins" and made her sit up in her living room chair. I managed to have her down some aspirin and water telling her she'd thank me for it in the morning. I was not about to leave her by herself, so I got out my e-book reader and started to read a bit.
She nodded off but after an hour or two she wanted to lay down. I checked her clothing and saw that there was no puke on them from earlier so I helped her to her bed making sure she took off her shoes and jewelry.
I put a wastepaper basket by her bed just in case. By the time I got towards the door I could see the snow was really coming down. It was far too late to try to drive home; the highways would not be plowed for a while so I figured I'd sleep on her couch until morning. It was a good thing I did so as Jenny came out looking for the bathroom and crashed down onto the floor. I helped her up, and while she was in the bathroom I found her pajamas which were still hanging on the indoor clothes line. She was so neat at work but her place was a mess, not dirty or anything, but just sloppy from neglect due to all the extra hours she put in.
When she came out of the bathroom I handed her the pajamas telling her she'd be more comfortable sleeping in them. She grumbled and went into the bedroom tossing her clothing out the door; including her underwear. I only hoped she had put on her pajamas.
I got in a few hours napping and then got up and started to straighten out the place while I waited for morning when the plows would be out. I was going to have to reshuffle my plans a bit but I could still get in most everything, however, just when the storm looked like it was going to clear up it doubled back on us again.
When she got up I made her some toast and jam along with some weak tea. She wondered why I was still there but wolfed everything down and fell back asleep again, she complained it was too cold in her bedroom and I went to her closet and got her out another comforter. There must have been fourteen of them in total. I made a mental note not to get her one for Christmas.
Finally she stirred and really got up at two in the afternoon. "How long...what time is it?" I pointed at the clock on the wall, she puzzled out whether it was morning or night then she said a word I had never heard her say before at work, "Shit!"
