Sigh. Ken came with me to Drenched Fur Friday night. The evening started off okay, but he drank too much. The evening ended with him making a scene when he did end up in the lobby at Splash Lagoon, after having been passed out in the lobby at the Avalon. I felt mortified and embarrassed beyond belief - I hate public confrontation. We rode the bus back to the Avalon so that we could get his stuff and then I could give him a ride in my car to his house so that he could go to work the next day. When we got up to his house, he asked about his bag. I explained because he wasn't a run registrant, he didn't get a run bag. He then said that he meant his back pack. I thought that I had been careful about gathering everything, but I wanted to be sure that I hadn't messed up.
I drove back from where he lived to the Avalon. I scouted around for the back pack, but couldn't find it. I talked with Gary in the lobby. Ken later called and got irate, claiming that I had taken his back pack.
A bit later, Jen, the woman he lives with, called to sort things out. She was quite reasonable, and I could tell she was trying to be a peaceful mediator. I explained that I couldn't find the back back. She mentioned that the back pack had stuff that he was going to for work the next day. Ken got on the extension and started ranting. I had moved around a bit in the lobby and at that point, I looked over and saw the back pack sitting on a counter. I grabbed it, verified that I had what I thought I had, and drove up to return it. (I don't like loose ends, and I don't want to ever appear vengeful.) Jen answered the door. I think she might have been crying. It felt pretty much sad. I felt bad as I knew that both of them had work the next day.
So, things are quite entirely over. I don't mean anyone any harm, but there are some situations and problems that I just can't deal with.
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Sorry to hear about your evening but good for you that you decided not to deal with any mess!