So on my way home from work tonight there was a roadblock, in the most usual and frequent of places: the tire place on Park Avenue just before you turn on to Guest River.

First off, there are 4 cop cars with blue lights going, plus all kinds of flares out. That had my head spinning.

The cop comes up, asks for my license. It takes several seconds for me to pull it from my wallet since I'm nearly ready to go into a seizure from the lights (ugh). That looks bad.

He looks at the license. Then he looks at me and asks "Have you been drinking?" And he asks, not in the "I have to ask these standard questions" tone, but in the "I can smell it all over you" tone.

WTPHHH?
Nervously (and I dont know why nervously) I answer "uhhh...noooo."

I stare at him with a combination of a blank/puzzled look that only a blonde can have before it dawns on me.. he's smelling something.. wait.. I know... it's the antifreeze! I've got a coolant leak in the vehicle and it's all in the cab.

"Oh.. you're smelling the antifreeze!!" (as I point to the open container in the floorboard that has been collecting the slightly green tinged liquid)

"Is that what that is?" and he shines his little flashlight in and checks it out. I"'m like "yes! that's it! I've lost about 6 cups of the stuff today and the floorboard is full of it"

Whew. I was getting ready to volunteer for a breathylizer.

He checks my license again. Checks the inspection sticker (it's all good). Checks the county or city sticker. It's a current Wise County sticker.

He says "Where do you live? City or County?"
The great blonde response I come back with: "I don't know."

"The county told us we were in the county and the city said we were in the city, and his vehicle is registered Wise County but mine in the city, and I'm driving his truck and he's driving my car."

He let me go.

(I'm glad he never asked for the registration.. because I can only assume it's in Indian_Dad's wallet up on Red Onion)