Workplace Christmas parties...now there's a recipe for trouble if ever there was one.
After my 'lemon-squash' drinks were spiked by the macho-men group of my workplace, all White men, on a harbour cruise for staff and 'plus one's, I did what I wanted to do all along but didn't do in the name of 'team' and 'being sociable'...gave workplace Christmas parties a big miss forevermore.
I said nothing in the workplace the next day, but mrs bambu went off like a Saturn rocket at the boss [by phone]...named names, and complained bitterly.
I then crossed "Workplace Christmas parties" off my list, no matter the consequences.
"I'd love to attend the Christmas party, but my mother is very sick and I have to visit her.""My family is having its Christmas dinner that day, some leaving for overseas next day".
Any excuse, never went to another one anywhere.
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Spike my drinks, I could kill someone, be killed, be maimed for life, have an accident and lose my licence, and be sued by the other driver, I having no insurance
because I was a drunk driver.
When the cops stop me for a sobriety test, and put the little device in front of my mouth for me to talk into, I like it to read "ZERO".
Cops stopped me the other day, on my way to the mall, red and blue lights flashing ahead, at their RBT [random breath testing] site they'd set up.
You have to pull over if the STOP POLICE sign is waved at you.
In a line the motorists are tested one by one.
"Good afternoon, driver...have you had anything to drink today"? says the nice policeman/woman.
"Please count to ten", into the meter.
"Thank you, you may leave when the other cars depart."
All very civilised. All very polite.
You have to pull over, you have to do the test, or else.
Or else they place you under arrest, charge you with high range drink driving and you lose your licence.
There's none of that "what crime have I committed" stuff that goes on in America...30 minute arguments roadside with motorists trying to get them to do sobriety tests,