I arrested a designated driver tonight.
He blew a .15 after blowing a stop sign
and driving 70 in a 30 in front of me.
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I wonder what the rest of the carload would have blown.
Posted by: Junebug | December 14, 2011 at 10:17 AM
Yeah, he is a poster boy for defeating the purpose.
Posted by: slamdunk | December 14, 2011 at 07:30 PM
Maybe he thought DD meant Drunk Driver. My first drunk driver was a guy that drove through a pedestrian crossing and hit a young girl. All he could whine about was the damage to his car. I so wanted to park the patrol car on his head and it took all my self control not to choke him out. I've had a pathological hatred for drunk drivers since then (that was over 25 years ago).
Posted by: Douglas | December 18, 2011 at 09:53 PM