WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
Corey Allan has this week been given a nice little dose of perspective, after a night out with some mates.
Fresh off the back of tap tap tapping on the POS machine at the Dancing Dog in Betoota Grove, Allan was confronted by the reality of having to return home to his wife-to-be and tomorrow’s responsibilities.
Those sobering thoughts came with the reminder that he has a morning run to Bunnings on the cards, followed by a 2nd birthday with the in-laws.
However, while the cold hard light of tomorrow’s hangover was somewhat sobering, it was nowhere near sobering enough to offset the fact he’d consumed the better part of a case worth of standard drinks.
Which is why the big fella was told to pull his head in by his mates, when he was caught reaching into his pocket to grab his car keys.
“Ahhhhhh I don’t think so buddy,” laughed his similarly pissed mate, booking a DiDi home.
“You pumped about 6 Hard Solo’s this evening, I think you can afford the 10 dollar cab or Didi up the road to your home…” he continued, referencing the rather disposable income priced schooners of fizzy drinking with ambiguous alcohol.
Seeing Allan mull it over, his other mate chimed in telling him not to be a fucking clown.
“Just get in that cab right there before you fuck your life up okay…”
“And someone else’s.”
