Let's start this off by saying what I think is obvious. I am a pretty good driver. Yeah. Let me start by saying that. I have never had a moving violation against me and the only ticket I have ever had was eight years ago for parking during street cleaning on the wrong side of the street. So, Friday night, I am on my way to Taco Bell for a burrito or two. Maybe, I thought, I'll get wild and even buy a churro! Because I love my cinnamon desserts. Unfortunately, the line for the drive-through was incredibly long and the restaurant portion was closed. Deterred, I drove past the restaurant, stopped at a light, ensured all was clear, and made a U-turn to go back home. This is when I get stopped. I get stopped on, apparently, suspicion of drunk driving. There were no signs, there was no traffic, I made a legal U-turn. Did I ever mention that I can't stand the taste of alcohol?! I never drink! Am I that bad of a driver?! So not happy. And I didn't even get to fulfill my fantasy of a bad cop and his night stick. You know the one. "Ma'am, please step out of the car, hands on the hood of the car... spread 'em." And from there pleasure and naughtiness ensues.Phooey.
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