Where I work, it's not unusual for us to arrest DUIs that are in the .25 neighborhood, and I had one at a .36. I never gave that too much thought until a bunch of us cops got together one night and somebody brought a portable breath test. At the end of the night, when I was way, way past the point of being able to drive home, I was a .12. My buddy, who was at least as bad off as I, was .11. I can't imagine driving - or anything else, for that matter - at a .25. No, we didn't drive home.
Big Nor'easter Blizzard conditions, two guys separately walking through 60 MPH winds, lashing snow. State of Emergency everyone home , buttoned down. Cops stop to help them, both say they're OK, they just needed to get to liquor store.
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7 comments:
good grief ...
The best bit is that where he was arrested is a "dry City" you cannot purchase ANY alcohol in that suburb!
Where I work, it's not unusual for us to arrest DUIs that are in the .25 neighborhood, and I had one at a .36. I never gave that too much thought until a bunch of us cops got together one night and somebody brought a portable breath test. At the end of the night, when I was way, way past the point of being able to drive home, I was a .12. My buddy, who was at least as bad off as I, was .11. I can't imagine driving - or anything else, for that matter - at a .25. No, we didn't drive home.
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Big Nor'easter Blizzard conditions, two guys separately walking through 60 MPH winds, lashing snow. State of Emergency everyone home , buttoned down. Cops stop to help them, both say they're OK, they just needed to get to liquor store.
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