At least he put his pants on
I got some money out of savings because I don't know where Ron's keeping the money to pay Dr Pepper. IT may have been in his pant pocket and gotten peed on anyway.
I picked up his cell phone and put it on the counter. Our handyman can help him find it when he arrives.
I cancelled Ron's paratransit trip because he's still drunk and therefore not allowed to ride anyway, assuming I could get him cleaned up. I'd rather go to work myself than bring in a filthy, drunk, obnoxious vendor.
Then I called myself a cab so I can get to work. I have the money to pay him.
I locked up the cats in the bedroom so the handyman won't let them out. That means I can get home OK.
I sure don't want to lose a baby coming in the house. I loaned my garage door remote to the handyman so he could get in today "while we were gone" - supposed to be. Ron's going to be quite the surprise, there.
At least he put his pants on.