Woke up kinda late-ish, as I’d told my boss that I would come into work early to talk to him about things, so I ran there, and told him that I was quitting. He seemed pretty OK with that, which I guess kinda took some of the satisfaction out of it, but I’m still going to be free soon, and that’s just fine by me. Got a call from a friend of mine that went like this,
“Hey…so, you’ll never guess what happened to ‘Chad’* last night.”
“K, what happened?”
“He got so drunk that the police found him passed out in a ditch. They took him door to door to figure out where he lived, and his roommates took him in, and he locked his room key in his room, so he fuckin’ tackled his door and barreled his ass right through it. But then he started being a bitch and throwing a complete tantrum for about a half hour about them trying to get him cleaned up, and moving his computer so he wouldn’t throw up on it, so they called the cops on him.”
“Wait…really? That’s fantastic.”
“Oh, it get’s better. Cops came, had to take him to jail for causing such a goddamn ruckus that his roommates didn’t want him in the apartment anymore. So they tell him to get his pants on so they can go, and he refuses. He refuses again when they ask him a couple more times, so they took Chad to jail. Without any goddamn pants.”
“Hey, Bill*?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s incredible. Thank you for calling me, JUST to tell me this story. My whole day has been made.”
*: Names have been changed in this story, because it’s kind of embarrassing and/or incriminating.
QOTD:
"they took Chad to jail. Without any goddamn pants."
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