Yesterday my brother had a follow-up doctor's appointment from his eye surgery a few days before. He can't really see yet so I volunteered to bring him to the doctor and then bring him home.
After the doctor poked at his eyes a bit, she said that everything looked fine. He was in some pain so I thought it would be nice to take him out to dinner.
Then I got so drunk he had to help me leave the restaurant. On the way home I passed out on the train and he had to wake me up and say, "We have to get off the train now." Then a blind guy and a drunk guy somehow guided each other home.
My mother said, "I think I'll take him next time."
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