Before the fifteen shots this seemed like a bad idea…

That weekend KC and I were coaching the first playoff game when Chad’s father Bob walked over to the bench.  He handed each of us an envelope.   Bob said, “It’s a little ‘thank you’ for coaching. Win or lose today, it’s been a great season.” Looking directly at me, he added, “you should open them after the game, maybe at home.” 

We won the first game easily.  Between games we couldn’t resist opening the envelopes. KC’s held a thank you note and a $25 Starbucks gift card.  Mine contained gift cards totaling $500.  Either Bob’s family thought I deserved to be the highest paid assistant sixth-grade coach in the nation, or this was another bribe attempt.

It took an entire family befuddled by booze, Valium, porn, gambling, and/or drama, to devise the it’s-a-thank-you-not-another-bribe plan. I couldn’t judge them too harshly.  In my drinking days I consulted a brain so soaked in vodka it couldn’t tell a trash can from a urinal to decide if I was ok to drive. 

Today I won’t depend on a foggy mind for clear thinking.

Life on Life’s Terms II © 2015 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: LOLT II is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)