He Says Come Over And Bring A Bag

He says come over and bring a bag. What, we have to move bodies? No he’s found a sideboard full of bottles of Chivas Regal. Whose? You know, the house he’s looking after, next to the park. Friend’s gone abroad. Rich fellow. His friend’s stash. He’s stealing the booze? Well, he’s called us and a few others. Wants us to take some away. We should go. And yes, there’s some kind of event in the park as well, a wedding or a musical performance or something. There’ll be a lot of people there. I think we ought to take a bottle or two from our side and offer it about. Its good to steal his friend’s booze but it looks better if we share some of ours. And so we went. We saw the sideboard open. No booze lying about. Maybe we were late. It didn’t seem right to ask. We walked into the park. Sure enough. Lots of people. I took out a bottle to share with folks on our table. Then the chap comes to ask us back to the house. We go but all the booze is gone. There’s nothing to put in the bag. Others at the park must have got wind of it. I went to the toilet. The sink was broken. Drunks. Went back to our table in the park. Our bottle was gone. This was not turning out right. Time to leave. Back to the car hoping I’d find it there. Good I didn’t bring the wife in the middle of all this greed. Got in and set off. Feeling stupid about it all. Couldn’t lay my hands on a single drink while the whole place was drunk. Never pursue this pie in the sky stuff again. A bottle down in the bargain. Chivas indeed. Not a fan.

 

November 28^th, 2021

Gautam Mukherjee