“I wasn’t planning on it. I just had a tiny sip, and one thing led to another, and I had a little more than I thought I would have.”

“You drank the whole bottle,” the passenger said. “Not only that, you devoured the rest of your cookies.”

“Heh, I love cookies,” he replied with a smile on his face as wildlife dodged his driving.

“You know, the role of the designated driver is to make sure the drunks don’t drive. How about you let me do my part?” asked the passenger. “It’s bad enough I’m going to this Godforsaken party. Why don’t you let me drive and reduce our chances of dying?”

“I can’t do that, man, this car is my baby.”

The passenger immediately looked at Joe. “Your ‘baby’ is an old, rusted, Oldsmobile.”

“But I still take care of her.”

“You told me you were doing doughnuts in a parking lot and hit a lamppost.”

“I’ll admit that was a mistake.”

“That’s what you get for screwing around in the church parking lot.”

Joe took his drowsy eyes off the road and looked at the passenger. “You know what I mean about my baby.”

“No, I don’t,” the passenger said. He quickly put his hand on the wheel and put the car back on the road. The passenger gave Joe a dirty look.