I was on a Greyhound bus Monday morning, I'd left New Orleans and was going to land shortly in Biloxi. I noticed a bottled water in the package I was given at Progressive so I opened it. As soon as it hit my mouth I knew it wasn't water. It went down my throat and a loud "What the fuck!" rolled out my mouth.
I handed the bottle to the guy across from me, also a Progressive graduate. He took a sip and had the same reaction as I did. It was laced with vodka!
I knew my therapist was out of group so I called her, and told her what just happened. Somebody at Progressive is pulling a racket and I'm sure that bottle was not meant for me. It got dumped down a bus bathroom sink, but I kept the bottle.
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