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I had never been pulled over before, in my 2 years of driving (Ooh, lots of experience, yeah) experience. Until last saturday night.
I was coming home from a wedding at 3am on the highway. I was in a super-snazzy pinstripe suit, listening to some GY!BE, drinking some slurpee, when I go to make a left turn out of the turn lane and I see the blue lights.
Oh shit. What did I do? Was I speeding? Fuck me. I'm dead. I'm so dead. I don't know what I did.
Heart was pounding. Rolled down the window.
"Hey man, you were all over the road. You okay?"
"I was?.... Yeah I'm fine"
"You ain't been drinkin?"
"No. Well, this slurp...... No."
"Haha...okay man. You got far to go? Maybe you're tired. It's three in the morning"
"I know what time it is...nah I live right down here. Coming from a wedding."
"Okay man, be safe alright?"
"uh...you too"
It was definitely not what I expected.
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