Dear Prudence,
St. Patrick’s Day is a big deal in my husband’s family, but it inevitably devolves into a contest of who can drink the most before passing out. I’m sick of having to cart my unconscious husband home and then recruit some able-bodied neighbors to help get him from the car and into the house.
However, I’m afraid of his ability to get home safely if I weren’t there to drive him. Every year, he promises not to overdo it with the booze, only for it to go out the window the instant he sets foot in his parents’ house. Short of slashing our car’s tires right before it’s time to leave, do I have any options?