So I'm driving home last night. I noticed that all the state cindering trucks were out b/c it was doing that freezing rain stuff. It didn't seem slippery at all, but I elected to take it slow anyway.
I had been driving almost in the middle of the road, so I could drive in the track of cinder and was periodically weaving to remain in the cinder.
About 2 miles from my house, I hear a siren and see those friendly flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I look down @ the speedo, and I'm doing under the speed limit. He's not going to nail me for goign "too fast for conditions" is he? WTF, it isn't even slick.
After I pull over, I turn of the music, open the window, turn on hazard lights, etc. He asks for my license and immediately starts asking me how I'm feeling, where I'm going, etc. He pulls out his flashlight and starts looking around the interior of the car.
Then it hit me. . . he thinks I'm DUI! I have never been drunk in my life, but driving in middle of the road + weaving w/ cinders + driving slow = DUI apparently
At this point, I had to restain myself from LMAO.
Obviously, he realized I was not at all smashed, and after scanning my license for felonies or whatever, he sent me on my way.
After I realized what was going on, I was hoping I'd get a chance to ace a breathalizer test or walk that line. That would be a good story. But I suppose I can't complain
I had been driving almost in the middle of the road, so I could drive in the track of cinder and was periodically weaving to remain in the cinder.
About 2 miles from my house, I hear a siren and see those friendly flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I look down @ the speedo, and I'm doing under the speed limit. He's not going to nail me for goign "too fast for conditions" is he? WTF, it isn't even slick.
After I pull over, I turn of the music, open the window, turn on hazard lights, etc. He asks for my license and immediately starts asking me how I'm feeling, where I'm going, etc. He pulls out his flashlight and starts looking around the interior of the car.
Then it hit me. . . he thinks I'm DUI! I have never been drunk in my life, but driving in middle of the road + weaving w/ cinders + driving slow = DUI apparently
At this point, I had to restain myself from LMAO. Obviously, he realized I was not at all smashed, and after scanning my license for felonies or whatever, he sent me on my way.
After I realized what was going on, I was hoping I'd get a chance to ace a breathalizer test or walk that line. That would be a good story. But I suppose I can't complain
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