the Man is holding me down v2

Yeah, this is a repost. Someone out there needs a little more attention.

So I'm driving Lindsey Robinett (BU '07) home tonight around 1:45am. Lindsey is not just a girl being taken home. No, she's a person who fully deserves to have her name mentioned in a post because she harrowed the experience with me.

I drive through a random police DUI checkpoint and they "randomly" pick my car to pull over. They give me a sobriety test, which I must say is the first test I've passed with flying colors in quite some time. What are flying colors anyhow?

So the guy makes me follow his finger around w/out moving my head for a really long time. Once he was done with that he let me go. I asked what the easiest way back to the road I was on was and they guy gave me directions (three rights idiot).

Then low and behold what happens? I make my three rights and I'm "randomly" stopped again at the other end of the police checkpoint.

I start laughing when the cop talks to me.
"I just got stopped"
"Well you're getting stopped again"
"I mean back there. I was just trying to get back on the road"
"Oh"

Yeah, gotta love "random" police check points.