I passed the test!
What test you ask? A PBT. Yea thats just great. To make a long story short though I ran a red(I think it was yellow, but maybe a dark orange) light in Davison last night and sure enough a police office pulls me over. Gives me the 3rd degree about possibly having drugs in the car and asks me to step out of the car. So I do, and he asks me to pick a number between 11 and 13. "12." I say with mighty conviction. So then he asks me to recite the alphabet and I do, flawlessly. He says alright, I believe you so I won't give you a PBT. Alright, I then ask him if he wants me to open my trunk so he can start to search my vehicle(as he is still asking me about drugs and if my friend has any on him) and he says no and for me to get back in the car. So the K9 unit that pulled in leaves and I'm assuming he's checking the for a stolen car/warrants anything of that nature. So he comes back up to the window and explains to me that if I take the PBT and pass that he'll let me go and not give me a ticket for the red light. Alright, sounds like a good deal. And what did I blow? No not the officer, a 0.02!
Now mind you this hole time I'm calm, cool, and collected on the outside, but inside I'm freaking the FUCK out. I think Josh(my passenger) shat himself or at least I heard him praying for me to pass the PBT.
I did have beer to drink last night, hell I was watching the Wings KILL the Predators and I thought I was perfectly fine to drive home, and I guess I was.
Now mind you this hole time I'm calm, cool, and collected on the outside, but inside I'm freaking the FUCK out. I think Josh(my passenger) shat himself or at least I heard him praying for me to pass the PBT.
I did have beer to drink last night, hell I was watching the Wings KILL the Predators and I thought I was perfectly fine to drive home, and I guess I was.