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I was on my way home last night after another wild and crazy night on the town, when low and behold, I was pulled over by a cop. I was on a pretty good streak from the last time I was pulled over since it has never happened before. Yes, this was my first time, and I think I did it pretty well; I might be talented.

Turns out, I was following too close which I did not need a cop to tell me I do that. I always have. After a chat about the one second for every 10 mph rule, he noticed the stamp on my wrist, marking me as a clear potential target for a night in jail.

He did the whole, ‘Sir, have you been drinking?’ thing.
‘Well, just Yoohoo, officers. You see there is this great Yoohoo bar downtown and…’

Yes, I was drinking, but NO I was not drunk or close to it. There is a clear distinction. I know my limit folks and would not pass it.

I had the privilege of following his finger back and forth, walking the white line on the street, and saying the alphabet (thank God it was not backwards - I have never been able to do that). Also, I do not think he appreciated it when I told him it was my first time and to be gentle. Yep, a little sarcasm to keep the night going.

All and all, it was a good experience. My favorite part was when he informed me that if I had left one hour early or had one more drink, I would have been over the limit. Well, duh. That is why I did not leave one hour earlier or have one more drink.

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