Girl Number Two

She's heading into town very well dressed really pretty and nicely spoken. Not getting out at the usual pub drop off and to make conversation I remark on this.
"Oh I'm going to an AA meeting"she offers.
I almost laugh thinking she is having me on but then the story unfolds as it so often does from the back seat of cab.
Turns out she had been dry for six months then a neighbour had dropped in and asked her if she needed anything from the shop. Without thinking she had said "Yeah get me a half bottle".
Two days later wakes up after a major bender with accompanying mayhem, kids removed to their Gran, house in chaos and back to square one.
I wish her all the best and kind of admire her for the effort she's making against what must be a long hard road.

Girl Number One

I pull into the cul-de-sac and it's one of those streets where the planners have obviously taken great enjoyment out of creating an extremely confusing numbering system.
To add to the problem it's all narrow alleyways leading to stairways and arches and late at night dark and intimidating.
I give a wee toot and turn the car round and wait .......... and wait.
Looks like a no show (or a blooser as it's known) so I start to head off.
As I'm reaching the exit a wee lassie bounds down a flight of stairs so I inch towards her assuming she's the fair.
I wind down the window and lean out as she approaches.
"Looking for business mate?" she trills.
"Er no number 28 actually" I reply , a tad naivelly.
"Ok see ya" and she skips off down the street.
I'm not usually so slow on the uptake but this kid caught me right off guard compounded by the fact she looked liked your neice or wee sister but was actually a working girl.
Told this one back at the garage and all the wisecracks came out, like "Did you get a price list"and "Remember and get a receipt for the tax man".
Still, felt bit saddened by the incident.

Don't get mad get even

Three guys get in , it's about 7-30 in the evening Saturday.
They've been to the match, United against Hibs Cup Semi-Final.
Everyone seems to be in a good mood but fairly drunk.
The guy next to me is talking with great enthusiasm about the game and I'm quite happy to blether away to him.
It's all good natured and he somehow works out I'm a Dundee fan.
"You're a Dark Blue mate" he says "It's leaking out every pore in your body"
We have a bit of banter and a laugh but the punter in the back latches but he's not in such a good mood.
Seems he works with a few Dees and has to put up with a bit of stick.
Starts having a go at me and won't let go even when his mate tells him to zip it.
When we get to his estate I take a wrong turn and he continues with the abuse.
I get out to open his door as he is drunkenly struggling to vacate the vehicle.
He is still snarling at me and I am on the point of taking a swing when commom sense prevails and I think of the consequences and let him stagger off into the night.
His mate is full of apologies pays the fare and I'm away but fuming.
Couple of weeks later same pub, same time, same guy gets in.
No recognition obviously can't remember me so I turn the conversation round to football he takes the bait and starts laying into the Dee and their supporters.
This time I aint having it so slam on the brakes tell him to get out.
"I'm going nowhere" he says , and refuses to move.
I get out the car go round his side, open the door, lean over undo the seat belt(at which point he could do me) and pull him out the car. Am just about to pummel him when I turn around and realise I am in a nice wee suburb and there are loads of people out in their gardens watching the proceedings. I push him on his arse and tell him to walk and yup it felt good