Adults are overrated. No, really. They aren’t all that they are made to be. All they do is order people younger than themselves, and then blame each other if things go wrong. I’ve seen it myself. I have a series of stories. I call this one: ‘The Not-So-Bright Man and the Beer Pong Tables.’
My folks, adults themselves, therefore not to trusted, were going on a trip out of town. They hired a young man, to ‘look after us’ as they put it. My sister and I disliked him from the beginning. Our distrust deepened when we saw him calling up several people over to our house. He pulled off several tables to make what he called ‘beer pong tables.’
He shushed us off to bed, saying “cute” things like ‘Off you go now, goodnight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.’ As if we were eight! Which we aren’t, by the way. We left, but came back after awhile. The beer pong tables were swarming with more of the young man’s kind.
This silly game comprised of putting glasses and glasses of beer on the table. Then you tried to put a ball (which was mine) in it. If it went in, you could drink it. Pretty ridiculous, if you ask me. I did not understand why so many people would waste their time at the beer pong tables, when they could go anywhere and do anything, unlike us.
Our young man in particular was really ‘living it up’ as they say, at the beer pong tables. He was talking to a dark haired girl who seemed to be rather translucent. I find that people with no personalities are like that. Anyway, he appeared to be trying to be attractive to her by talking in a peculiar manner which was unlike him.
The functioning of the teenager is bizarre. They want to talk to people, but then invite so many that they can’t to all of them. They want to listen to music, but crank up the volume so high that nobody can dance to it. It the music that became the problem eventually, but ill get to that in a while.
I was beginning to get bored stiff watching the endless drinking at the beer pong tables. People getting high and then leaving the table, often running away to throw up. New, undrunk people joining and then leaving the same way. The door bell rang. At first, almost no one heard it. But I did. It’s my house, I always hear the door bell.
The music stopped abruptly as someone said ‘Cops!’ the people panicked. The huge beer pong tables were incriminating evidence bang in the middle of the living room floor. I hopped down the stairs.
‘Push the tables through the kitchen’ I said calmly.
They looked dumbly at me.
‘Push the beer pong tables through the kitchen door! The cops are going to see them!’
They followed orders immediately. I also told them to sit on the couches to hide the mess of bottles and god-knows-what. I opened the door. The cops were surprised to see me. I gently and firmly assured them that nothing was wrong, a good night to you officer.
Shutting the door behind me, I took my sister by the hand and went to bed. Its not nice to rub someone’s nose in anything.
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Beer Pong Tables