One summer in college I stayed in an apartment with a friend of mine. One evening as I was walking through the apartment complex a door opens and a woman, apparenly in her 40s (I was 21) comes out and asks me if I had any beer. I told her no, but I did have some wine. She asks if I could bring it over.
Now, believe it or not, I had no intention of living out a Mrs. Robinson fantasy. I just wondered what was going on. I was more curious than anything else.
I got the bottle of Boone's Farm I had (yeah, I know, couldn't be any cheaper) and bought it to her apartment.
She guzzled the entire bottle in front of me, with wine dripping down her chin. That was the first time I had encountered an alcoholic woman.
Then we lay on her bed (no furniture in her apartment) and she proceeded to sob into my chest how she had just gotten divorced and was lonely and didn't know anyone. Then she started crying. Then she started punching me. Then she started crying again.
Then she passed on snoring on my chest. I rolled her on her back, put a pillow under her head, put a blanket on her, and left.
I never saw her again, since she moved out a few days later. Hope things got better for her. You never know.
Ah, college...I don't miss it.