"Hickey's electric, how can I help you?" I'm going through fuses like crazy and wondered if you could give me some advice?" Sure what's your address?"...12 Jefferson Street." Be there in twenty minutes."I was there and when she opened the door I was very pleased by the looks of this older woman. Five-foot-seven, off-white hair center-parted. She was donning a black skirt and white ruffled blouse and black patent two-inch heels. She was a bit chunky but made up for that with a pair of 46D bosoms. I was explaining her issues with missing fun from Bangalore. I was observing the charm from her face was missing I thought maybe because of jetlag. I had picked nice wines and beer in my cart already as part of my weekly shopping. She enquired if I am planning to party. I said no for my own consumption obviously can’t talk freely to bosses. Surprisingly she said how about we party today as she is stressed a lot and want to drink and could use my company. She insisted we head to a nice. By the way he was addressing the man I guessed that he was a regular, both here and at the local police station’s ‘drunk tank.’ Roughly an hour later, after the police sergeant who responded interviewed me, Katie, and some bystanders, he left, taking the drunken man with them. He assured me that I had done nothing wrong and stated, ‘If he presses charges, you got nothing to worry about—it was self-defense. If you press charges, you’re an asshole—and you probably won’t get anything, since he. When confronted after the show following these mistakes by an angry Matt and Jake, both had simply claimed that it was road fatigue and over-repetition that had caused the mishaps, not the drugs and alcohol."That's fucking bullshit and you know it!" Matt thundered both times. "There's a goddamned reason why we had that rule and this is fucking it!"Unfortunately, whenever they tried to argue, or demand, or even plead for a return to the sobriety rule, Greg would step in and remind the two.