Not drunk!

(Baonghean) - There's nothing like being drooling and then having your wife give you money and tell you to go buy wine and snacks.

My uncle and brother-in-law just called to visit you this morning, how can we not have some wine to welcome you? But giving this job to me is like giving eggs to a devil.

My wife, who has never tasted a bit of spice in her life, knows where to buy good wine. She also has no clue about snacks. That is my forte, a true wine nerd, who else can do this better?

Hanging out at dozens of bars, trying a few glasses at each one, still not satisfied. A seafarer like him, drinking alcohol like water, had to choose a strong one.

I went to Mrs. Tu Map's restaurant, tried it and was satisfied. She told me to save one can for her and bring out the rest for me to enjoy first with dried beef.

Now a little tipsy, I saw a guy sitting at the next table looking at me with lustful eyes, I beckoned him over to have a drink with me. Good wine must be enjoyed with good friends, right guys?

But this guy was not as gentle as I thought. He was also a big drinker. He drank himself to a drunken stupor, his bloodshot eyes darting around suspiciously.

As we clinked glasses and challenged him to drink, I forgot the task my wife had given me and felt as if I was flying to Heaven. When I suddenly remembered and took out my wallet to pay, my wallet had disappeared. Panicked, looking at the drunk guy in front of me, I roared:

- Don't joke, give me back my wallet!

Pop! He threw a ball in the middle of the seven-eyed room:

- Hey, wallet, wallet, who wants to take yours!

No longer able to distinguish right from wrong, I aimed at his red face and threw a bomb, but unexpectedly missed the pile of cups and dishes and shattered them into pieces.

So we continued to rush at each other, fighting until we were exhausted. No longer having the strength to hit each other anymore, we fell down on the floor, littered with leftover bones, and fell asleep...

I woke up to find myself hugging my stupid friend, his mouth open and breathing out a strong smell.

Just then, the owner of the restaurant led the policeman in. They escorted us to the police station.

I would like to call my wife:

- Is that you? Are you here yet?

- Oh my god. You're still asking. You can't wait. What did you do all morning?

- I'm working...

- Don't lie, who do you work with on your day off?

- Oh, working with the police. They work regardless of hours or holidays.

- Traffic accident? I told you to be careful. Are you okay? Are you drunk again?

- I wasn't drunk. But I was beaten by a drunk guy. I fought back and broke some restaurant glasses.

- My God!

- I brought the money to pay the fine and compensate the people. My wallet is lost. I miss home so much!

Quynh Tho