I recall going to the second half of a Thursday night meeting after what was meant to be a cheeky after work beer (three strong beers downed quickly on an empty stomach). I would have been ok had a caring elder not decided to grab me for some encouragement afterwards.
I hoped the faint odor of smoke on my clothes (smoking in pubs was still the done thing in those days) wouldn't be noticed but hard to hide alcohol on the breath. I tried to say very little and talk in a way that avoided me beathing over him. As I was speaking so quietly he moved closer into my personal space thinking this was some kind of confession I was making. I had to gain control, took a step back held out my hand to shake his in that polite way and scram.
It was a close thing that could have induced much council and interrogation.
Anyone else go to a meeting after drinking a little / a lot?
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