I do not condone drunk driving, but this was too ironic, not to share

Before I start this story let me just say that I am very much against driving after you have drank, but this story was too ironic to keep to myself.

The night started off just like any normal Friday night. The plan was to meet some of our neighbors at a bar called Pub II. Anyways my roommate and I walk up and show our ID to the bouncer, we get in, but then my roommate, who was underage shows his ID, but doesn’t get in because his ID has expired, go figure. So, needless to say we didn’t get in.

Instead, we decided to go to a bar across the street hoping for better luck. It turns out that the bar across the street didn’t notice the expiration date so we all got in. We stayed there for a while played a few games of pool and drank a considerable amount of alcohol. After awhile our neighbors gave us a call, my roommate who is of age, Burt, and I, told Jonathon, the underage one, that he could just drive Burt’s truck home since it was Burt and I who had done most of the drinking.

Burt and I get over to the other bar and we are having a good time drinking some beer and doing a little socializing. Eventually it is time to head home considering I have to work at 8 in the morning and it was about 1:30am already. So we all get into my neighbor’s car who; had not drank that much at all from my perspective. (I know this is kind of a boring story so far, but just wait). Anyway we pull out of the parking lot onto the street and are stopped at a stoplight in front of some old truck. Then the light turns green and the truck begins to turn. But as soon as the truck accelerated, for some reason it stopped all of a sudden and my neighbor clipped the back of his bumper. So, being the respectable people that we are, we pull over to see what damage was done and to see if the other guy had stopped, well he didn’t. Then, just as we get ready to leave, a cop walks up and starts asking questions.

Eventually he makes my neighbor get out of the car and do some sobriety tests. Unfortunately it turns out that she had previously gotten a DUI. The cop called us a taxi and we go home waiting for a call from Carol to have us come bail her out. With all of this going on, we didn’t even realize my other roommate that we had left behind at the other bar, was still not home.

Soon, we got the call and go to the courthouse to bail Carol out. My sober neighbor Mary, Burt and I went to the police station. Needless to say that Burt and I were still pretty hammered. So being in a courthouse was kind of ironic and funny to us. But anyway, about 30 minutes pass and we finally get Carol bailed out and just as we were about to leave we hear drunken yelling coming from the back room. We turn around, and sure enough it was my roommate laughing and giving us the finger pressed up against the glass. I almost fell to the floor laughing.

It turns out that the SAME cop that had given Carol her DUI had given my roommate his, within 20 minutes of each other, and within 200 feet of each other. It was his DUI stop that he had walked from to get to Carol’s.

Now that is what I call ironic.