Creepypasta #769: I Shouldn’t Have Driven Drunk
Length: Medium
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I saw the flashing of blue and red in my rear view mirror. Shit, I thought as I pulled over on the side of the road. It was dark out, early morning, and I’d been drinking at a friend’s house.
“I need you to blow in this,” he said, and shoved a breathalyzer in my face. “That’ll do.” he said as he waited for the result.
“Officer, I’m sorry, I only had one beer about an hour ago-”
“Not according to this, you didn’t” he cut me off. There was no way out of this. I knew I was going to get thrown in the tank and lose my licence.
“Officer, if you just let me drive home I promise it won’t happen again”. As he pulled on a pair of black, leather gloves, he began speaking:
“You know, I don’t care if drunks idiots like yourself drive home and kill yourselves. I do care if you hurt someone else. Let me tell you a story: When I was a rookie I let a guy just like you drive home even though he blew over the limit. On his way back he hit two kids playing in the street; both died on impact. I hate drunk drivers.”
I was incensed by his story, and the implication that I was some kind of child killer simply because I decided to get myself home after a night out instead of taking a cab. I figured I had nothing to lose anyway.
“Look officer, that's your problem. If you’ve got some vendetta against drunk drivers leave it at the door, and if that story is true then maybe you shouldn’t even be a cop.”
“Those are some astute observations,” he said, unholstering his pistol. Why didn’t I stop somewhere well lit? “And you’re certainly right about one thing,” Somewhere I could see his badge? It was too late.
“I’m not a cop”.
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Credits to: Bigwood69
