This was funny and reminded me of the year that I was the designated driver for my second job's, at Super America gasoline station, pool/Christmas party. Earlier in the day, a couple of employees had decorated the partyroom attached to the pool, stocked the bar too well, and set out a variety of snack trays and bowls. Many drove to the party, but I was there to take them home. Myself and the mistletoe were about the only things that didn't end up spilled on the floor or in the pool. There was a food fight and no one had arrived with a bathing suit, but all went for a swim in their clothes (thrown into the pool, including the boss.) I warned them that if they wanted a ride home that they better stay away from me. I smelled like a drunk, too, though. Everyone kept trying to get me to drink just one and promptly spilled alcohol on me. It was very cold that night and even colder in their wet clothes. I had to pull over on two occasions to let my co-workers spew. In the days that followed, one by one, I saw them sneaking into work like whipped puppies. Not remembering or ashamed of their wild night. After New Year's Day, the boss returned from his vacation which had started the day after the party. I asked, jokingly, whether we would be having a pool/Christmas party the next year. No, he told me that the hotel nicely requested that we didn't return. However, he said that he didn't understand why, since he thinks he bought the hotel when he paid the cleaning bill for the room and the pool. LOL!
Another genre of poem that you seem to do well at, humor is a strong suit for you this had me chuckling aloud at work. I once tried to grab a doctor under the mistletoe and was having no part of it LOL
This was funny and reminded me of the year that I was the designated driver for my second job's, at Super America gasoline station, pool/Christmas party. Earlier in the day, a couple of employees had decorated the partyroom attached to the pool, stocked the bar too well, and set out a variety of snack trays and bowls. Many drove to the party, but I was there to take them home. Myself and the mistletoe were about the only things that didn't end up spilled on the floor or in the pool. There was a food fight and no one had arrived with a bathing suit, but all went for a swim in their clothes (thrown into the pool, including the boss.) I warned them that if they wanted a ride home that they better stay away from me. I smelled like a drunk, too, though. Everyone kept trying to get me to drink just one and promptly spilled alcohol on me. It was very cold that night and even colder in their wet clothes. I had to pull over on two occasions to let my co-workers spew. In the days that followed, one by one, I saw them sneaking into work like whipped puppies. Not remembering or ashamed of their wild night. After New Year's Day, the boss returned from his vacation which had started the day after the party. I asked, jokingly, whether we would be having a pool/Christmas party the next year. No, he told me that the hotel nicely requested that we didn't return. However, he said that he didn't understand why, since he thinks he bought the hotel when he paid the cleaning bill for the room and the pool. LOL!
I am a hopeless romantic who still believes in happily ever after. I have a passion for writing poetry. My poetry tends to be tender sensual love poetry with some heartbreak along the way. I also l.. more..