Sweaty Beer

It was midday.

I was outside at some park waiting for Grayson to show up. When he finally did, he was dressed appropriately for whatever we were going to, in a button-up shirt and slacks, but he was absolutely drenched in sweat. He was with his mother and I asked her, "What did he do?!" seeing as he was breathing too hard to answer. She said that they had an argument before they left and he decided to run to the event instead of ride with her. I accepted this as an answer. Grayson and I walked through the park and into a neighborhood to try and find the house where this event was at. When we finally found it, we went to my car and for some reason it was Grayson's job to park my car int he garage. So, he got in and started to back into the garage. He backed all the way in and almost hit the back wall. I asked him, "Why do you always pull in SO far?" and he said "Because I'm always afraid that when I close the garage door it's going to come down on the hood." So, naturally, I went and got a measuring tape and measured the distance from the front bumper to the garage door. There was 4 extra feet. So he pulled forward a little.

Next, this guy Chris that I knew from high school who I have not talked to in over 5 or 6 years came into the garage. Him and some other guy got into my car and started playing a game where they were seeing who could fill a cup with beer the highest without it spilling over the edge. Of course, this is the type of game that can only be played in a brand new car. I sat there and watched them feeling very excited to see who could fill their cup the most with beer. Chris won and they started to get out of the car with their cups. Then, Chris accidentally spilled some beer on the other guy's back. This guy was REALLY mad about it and started yelling at Chris. Chris was still sitting in the back seat of my car, the other guy was standing right outside, and Grayson was in the driver's seat with his head sticking out of the sunroof watching all the action. Eventually, Chris was so upset with this guy yelling that he threw the rest of his beer on him. Some of the beer splashed on the inside of my car door and I FLIPPED OUT. I said, "CHRIS GET THE F**K OUT OF MY F**KING CAR!! WHAT THE F**K IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!? YOU SPILLED F**KING BEER IN MY F**KING CAR!!" Chris didn't really seem to care. Grayson was frozen with fear. As Chris walked inside I said my final "CHRIS, F**K YOU!!" and he said, "Yea, f**k you too!" and went inside. Grayson walked inside as well and I started to clean my car.

I cleaned for a little while and then finally went inside and apologized to Grayson's mom who was in the kitchen and heard everything. Then I went over to the stairwell and there was some girl crying and I apologized to her too and she said that she had never seen me like this and I explained that he spilled beer on the inside of my car door. She seemed to understand.