I Accidentally Got Drunk at the Doctor’s Office

I didn’t realize it until I was driving home

Photo by Ramon Kagie on Unsplash

I was sixteen years old. I had my own car, a little boxy 1985 four-door I’d bought from a cousin for $250. It had a CD player installed in the dash, a pack of cigarettes tucked into the sun visor, and a checkbook in the glove box. I had a pocketful of waitressing money, a pager with half a dozen…