On this fine and lovely Monday morning I was cursing the sunlight through my office window under my breath. The first workday back after New Years was always hell! Not only did nearly two weeks of work pile up, but the too much partying last Saturday night while watching the Wildcard games was still bouncing around the remains of his brain. "Headache" was such a small word for such a large pain. He sat down at his desk, planning to get a few things together for a meeting in 20 minutes when he felt the hand on his leg. He didn't really realize what it was until it moved across his thigh. Rather than jump his mind flashed to the Corporate Christmas party of just over two weeks ago.
"Shannon?"
"Oh Hiya Jay!" She says it and nearly loses her feet as she over spun around.
"Oh God, she's smashed!" He thought to himself. "I've never seen her drunk!" was his second thought. His third was even worse, "And she's holding out car keys."
"Shannon, you can't drive tonight."
She pouted so prettily. "But I have to! I need to get home."
He held his hand out for her keys. His reputation paying off for him. She listened, even being very drunk. No one in the company ever ignored him more than once. He wasn't an ogre, but such a straight arrow that everyone came to respect it!
She handed over her keys, with some reluctance.
"Actually I knew that. I just took them out from habit. I was planning to get a cab."
"This late? Out here?" He looked around at the rural scene. This year the party was at a new country club miles from the city center. The odds of her getting a cab were pretty slim. He did what he always does and made a fast decision.
"No, I'm taking you home. Do you have a way of getting your card tomorrow?"
"I think so."
"OK, come one. But if you get sick in my car I will never let you forget it."