Aloysius82 wrote:Just got my first DUI today. This nutty kooz cut me off and in an attempt to avoid slamming into her fender I pulled a hard right and ended up dimpling the corner of her SUV; nothing a hairdryer and a broomstick couldn't fix. But of course she's one of these pregnant soccer mom types so the cops were called in and an investigation was launched. I, having a beer full of in my belly, casually suggested the boys in blue had better crimes to investigate.
The first cop was cool and let me call my friend to drive me home but then Lieutenant Shit-Kicker (a high-school jock who suddenly has no power in adulthood and turns to the police force) arrived out of nowhere and administered a test that I've attempted while undrunk and failed.
Next thing I'm in the cuffs and this jack-ass made several needless high-speed U-turns so the cuffs would dig in my wrists. Back at the station, after blowing a .128 with nary a wobble in my words or steps, Lt. Shit-Kicker told me that if this was the 70s, he would have pulled off the side of the road and kicked the living shit out of me.
I kind of respected him for that!
Now it's buses and bicycles for the next 6 months.
6 months??? You have to be kidding, man. Here in Belgium, two weeks at the max. And, handcuffs? This would never happen here. Come to Belgium, man, we will grant you drunkard's asylumn.