Not a spirits drinker, but I was taking a client to a game and we were in the director's box. We had a good pre-game quaff over lunch, which was normal with this guy who was a big drinker. At a previous function, festivities ended at 5am when he had a half pint of whiskey in his huge paws, which he saw off with ease. Anyway, 10 minutes in, he gets his flask out and nudges me. I decline, but he takes a big swig. Then as goes to put the lid back on the flask, he drops it and the bloody thing somehow rolled two rows down. 'Let me just get that he says' and promptly uproots everyone in search of it. Mortified with embarrassment... | |