One more drink…One more glass…Just
one more. I told myself.
The
drinks kept on coming and somehow I didn’t realize the drinks had kept on coming.
I
sat at the bar, made small talk with the bartender and before I knew it I asked
him for one more drink, this was
‘definitely’ the last one I told myself.
The bartender looked at me with questionable
expression as if to say “Really?”, but he didn’t voice out his thoughts, he
just made the drink.
I
was about to ask for another drink when a thought occurred to me – I could have
a problem, I might be an alcoholic. But I shook my head ‘no’…there was just no
way.
With
that thought, I knew it was time for me to leave, I checked my watch – time to
get back to work, lunch break was almost over.
No
problem at all.
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