I know a few people who like to become designated drivers on the spot for their drunk friends. These people will insist that you, the drinking drunk friend, shouldn’t drive and that you can count on them to not get into an accident when they drive you home. These people won’t drink the whole night, and then will wait to drive your car in every illegal way possible. These are one of the several types of bad, self appointed designated drivers in this world.

The main focus in such situations, for such people, is to enjoy driving your car all the way to their own house. Once they get to there, they’ll leave you hanging in your car and go to sleep. You’ll be left behind on your own to find your way back to your home. All the ideas of friendship and counting on someone else to drive while you’re drunk will be gone at that point; you’ll be lonely in your drunk world again, only this time you’ll be inside your car. The next morning, those friends that ditched you will tell you that you, while you were drunk, insisted aggressively that you drop your friends first before going home. A friend of mine got arrested last month because of this, and someone he knew had offered to drive him, only to drive his nice car, for the fun of it, to his own house. That resulted in my friend having to drive more than twice the distance he originally would have driven directly from the restaurant. Driving under the influence of alcohol or chocolate is bad, but when you’re out of options and your mind doesn’t work and a friend offers to help you voluntarily, I don’t think it’s your fault completely.

Interestingly enough, the cops always come when you don’t want them to, and my poor friend ended up behind bars. He’d never gotten into any trouble with the law before. I’d called him last month and was wondering where he was, only to find out that he’d gotten new, temporary roommates for a while and was back to his normal life again. He explained over the phone where he’d been, and all the legal trouble he was now facing, while vowing to do something to return the favor to that specific friend who had offered to drive him home that night. “Vengeance does goes hand in hand a shot of Bloody Mary“, I told him. He laughed and told me that it wasn’t funny. I laughed and told him it really was funny. The poor guy laughed and said “Yeah, maybe.” I think he’s making plans on how to take his revenge; I probably won’t see him for a while.