Alcoholics Anonymous
"My name is Sara and I'm an alcoholic."
Sara Sidle never dreamt a dream in her life that she would ever, ever have to say those words.
They made her feel so weak. "I'm an alcoholic." Those eight words made her shudder at the thought that she, Sara Sidle, was an alcoholic.
She'd never forget the day she was clued into her problem.
……
"That ass hole," Sara mumbled to herself as she pulled into the liquor store parking lot.
She had kind of started to realize that she had been drinking a little too much lately. She put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking space.
"Okay Sara, you're not going to go in there," she told herself as she pulled back out onto the busy Las Vegas street.
"Go, Sara, go," her self-destructive side told her.
It was like in those sitcoms and movies where the person has the angel version of themselves on one shoulder and the devil version of themselves on the other.
Sara tried to fight it, but she gave in. She mad a sharp, not to mention, illegal U-turn and pulled back into the parking lot and back to the same parking spot.
She grabbed a cart and made her away around the store grabbing a bottle here and there. She got the Captain, some Smirnoff…
"Good God Sara, you have a problem," she chuckled to herself as she made her way to the cash register.
"Wow, are you having a party?" the nosy, twenty-something year old clerk asked her, taking a look at the contents in her cart.
"Just ring it up and give me damn liquor!" Sara snapped, causing almost every person in the store to stop what they were doing and look at the crazy woman with just a little to much liquor in her cart.
Sara managed a nervous smile and turned around and grabbed her bag and left.
"Nosy bastard."