What happens if you’re me (or Steve)
This is kind of what happens if you’re me and you go swimming at 1 p.m. Yesterday, I couldn’t figure out why my back was sweaty and painful, then I realized it was entirely bright red.
Yesterday, Steve told me when he was driving home from Sacramento after midnight on Tuesday, the CHP told him two of his three brake lights were out. Apparently, his response was ‘there’s supposed to be three?!??’
I just assumed that was all they pulled him over for.
No. Today, he told me they initially pulled him over for a suspected DUI. When he had nothing to drink; he’s just that awesome a driver. Also, I think he was on like hour 20 of his day after 6 hours of sleep or something.
They had two cops, apparently, on both sides of the car. I guess he’s just such a danger. Then they asked him what he was doing, where was he coming from, where does he work. So he said he works at EdVoice, then he gave his whole spiel about EdVoice -- which obviously made him look more sober.
Then they asked for his license and registration. Steve was like ‘oh yeah, wait, wait, I have those.’ Then it was all: wait a second, the glove compartment is going to fall off when I open it. Cause it does that. Then they wanted to know how much he’d had to drink. He said, “actually nothing!”
Of course, they made him take a sobriety test, whose ass he kicked.
And of course he just didn’t remember to mention any of this for 40 hours. In all fairness, that is pretty much the same amount of time it took before he remembered to tell me he had signed a contract for our house here and forgot.
Thursday, July 2, 2009