weekend with the inlaws
It was at that point he realised that maybe he had gone too far. Sure, it was an accident – a terrible thing to have done, but in his mind there was no other option.
He could’ve hidden it elsewhere, but at that time the kitchen fridge seemed to be the safest place to conceal his guilt. After all, who was likely to check in there? His head fell into his hands as he relived his logic.
It didn’t help that he didn’t read the label on the jug, but when you’re that desperate who does? If he hadn’t heard the front door, he might have been able to dispose of it elsewhere.
But it wasn’t his house, he didn’t know where to go.
As everyone bar him took a swig of that golden ice cold juice – and promptly sprayed it across the table, he realised pissing in the apple juice jug wasn’t going to endear oneself to the in-laws.