Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The Bad Side of Being a Good Samaritan

Last night I was hanging out with a friend of mine who got stumbling drunk.
 
I stuck around to make sure that my friend was okay and then I realized something.  When you are a guy with a stumbling drunk woman on your arm, people begin to question your motives.  I was walking, but mostly dragging this woman toward to exit of this bar and then some random guy came up to me.
 
Rrandom Guy:
Het dude.  What are you doing with that girl?  Are you her boyfriend?
 
Me:
No.  I'm making sure she gets home.
 
RG:
I don't know man... maybe I should take her home.
 
At first I though that I must look suspicious or something, but then I thought, Wait, why should I let this guy walk away with my stumbling drunk friend?  What if he was a rapist or somethin?
 
Me:
I think we'll be fine.
 
RG:
I'm not going to let you take her!  Give her to me!
 
Me:
What if you rape her?
 
RG:
What if YOU rape her?
 
Me:
I won't!
 
RG:
Neither will I!
 
And so on.. and so on...

2 comments:

  1. Seen it happen before. The other drunk, somewhat drunk men always try to come to the rescue. No way to win.

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  2. Once I was in a bar where a girl had been roofied, and a bunch of us were making sure nothing happened to her. When it came time to leave, my girlfriend said that I should go back inside and double-check she was still OK and that her ride home was still available.

    When I went back in to check on her, the girl said I was sweet and suddenly kissed me. Just then, the guy who was giving her a ride turned around and was all, like, "Hey. Dude. Not cool."

    Lesson learned: when it comes to rescuing drugged chicks, let your girlfriend do the talking.

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