Growing up, New Year’s Eve was spent playing scrabble with my sister and my mom, and sometimes some friends while my dad an brother were playing in a dance band. In the morning there were always hats and noisemakers for us. More recently I’ve spent New Year’s Eve patrolling with my husband trying to keep people safe and make it through to the new year. It was on one of these patrol nights I learned an important lesson – just because you’re responsible and volunteer to be the designated driver— doesn’t mean your efforts will be appreciated. Go figure.
Today’s Prompt: Responsibility/Irresponsibility