I was absolutely wasted last night.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I took off my shoes, shirt, trousers, and underwear.
Then I started creeping upstairs as quietly as possible, convinced I was sneaking into my house without waking anyone.
I finally reached the top of the stairs…
looked around…
and suddenly realized something was very wrong.
I wasn’t at home.
I wasn’t even in a building.
I was on the bus.
Apparently, I had been getting undressed in public while traveling home.
The bus driver didn’t say a word.
He just opened the doors and let me leave with what little dignity I had left.
