Customer: I was wasted. Couple day’s fore St. Patty’s Day. There’s no way I’m drivin. I get to my car, set my alarm for 7am, crash out. What time was that? I ask. About 2:30am. Ok. Go on.
I don’t remember what time it was, I hear a tappin on my window. Yep, cop. I know I’m screwed. I do the test. Fail. I blow a 1.5. I wasn’t even drivin, but they got me cause my car was runnin. Why did you do that? I inquire. It was freezin…about 27 degrees.
I go to the station, blow a 1.4 somethin, which was very lucky. Fines really start gettin up there if you blow 1.5 or over. They take the number at the station, not at the car. That’s good, I say.
You know, when I was takin the test, I was tryin to throw him some personality, get on his good side, but it wasn’t workin. He wasn’t havin it. No sense of humor.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.