Across the corner from the Garage Door saloon were two businessmen, in their mid 50s most likely, staggering down the street. At first glance, I thought the one gentleman was helping the other because the one guy suffered from some sort of knee problem. As I got closer, I realized that the guy's knees were buckling not because of an ailment, but because he was completely smashed.
I pulled up to the stop sign as they also staggered towards the sign. Guy 1 gave up trying to hold up Guy 2, and Guy 2 immediately crashed to the ground. At this point, it was a good thing I was stopped at the stop sign, not only because I now had front row seats, but because I was laughing so hard I would have crashed my car. The guy then grabbed for the stop sign, began pulling himself up -- while at the same time swinging around the sign like a pole dancer, and then immediately fell down again. He tried a second time; this time buckling at the waist while his knees locked, and then spun around and crashed to the ground. At this point, maintaining his dignity of course, he straightened his tie even though there was blood all over his forehead. Guy 1 was still reaching to help him up, but he couldn't balance himself well enough and kept staggering back and forth.
At this time I had to drive away, but I saw those two clowns flopping around in my mirror as I drove away. It was about 6 pm at this time, so I wonder, what time did these guys start drinking? What was the occasion? Why on a Wednesday? And what were they doing in Oakland, of all places?
|Photo courtesy of RKorn|