[djmcmath]

While we're sharing random stories, a friend of mine came to work the other day with this little gem:

It's New Year's Day, and because he's old and married, he chose to go to bed early (like 9pm) the night before, and hadn't had anything to drink. It's about 9am, and he's running into town to get some groceries. It's pretty much the middle of nowhere, but he's driving like he always does (I've driven with him, it's as boring as watching paint dry) -- half-a-notch below the speed limit, and pretty darned careful.

Well, a cop shows up in his rearview mirror and pulls him over, then harasses him for being drunk. ????? The cop claimed he could smell the alcohol -- an obvious fabrication, as he hadn't had anything in several days. I get this mental picture of a punk cop screaming at my balding senior chief, a man who defines the Navy term "salt." He finally ordered my friend to go home, and not come out for the rest of the day, because he was clearly drunk.

Bizarre.