Week 1: Waking Up in Jail

Waking up in a jail cell was definitely not how I planned to spend my Sunday morning. As I attempted to rub the grogginess out of my eyes, I tried to remember what had happened the night before. However, nothing came to mind. I started to feel the panic creeping up on me. "Hello?!" I screamed as I searched the room for a guard of some sort. I started to pace next to the makeshift bench they call a "bed." What in the world happened last night? How did I end up in jail?! Still in disbelief, I stuffed my hands in my pocket and felt something round with shard edges prick my finger. I pulled the mysterious object out, and realized it was the cap to a Smirnoff bottle. "That's odd..." I mumbled to myself. I could have swore I didn't drink last night, and I definitely didn't feel hungover, just extremely tired. I shoved my hand in my jacket pocket to look for any other clues. As I pulled my hand out I looked at my findings; a necklace, a pack of tissues, a Taco Bell receipt, and a cap to a Nyquil bottle. Like a giant wave, the previous night came rushing back to me. I had went out with my friends to be the DD for the night, since I had a cold and wasn't feeling too well. That explains the tissues. Deborah, one of the girls I had gone out with, gave me her necklace because it kept getting caught in her hair and pulling it. After hours of watching my friends drink themselves away I told them it was time to go, but they insisted that we go get some Taco Bell before I took them back. I looked at the receipt and not to my amazement, the price totaled about $30...man, they can eat. After returning everyone home safely, I remember my gas light turning on, but silly me thought I had enough gas to make the drive back to my dorm room. About 5 miles away from my campus, I ran out of gas. It was way too cold for me to walk, plus I already had a cold and was feeling pretty awful myself. I reached in the backseat for my Nyquil bottle and took a big swig of it to help me sleep through my awful cough. I remember waking up to a police officer tapping on my window and shining a light in on me. As I rolled down my window, the smell of the alcohol Deborah had spilled in my car came rolling out, and of course the officer smelled it. He asked me to step out of the car and take a Breathalyzer test, which I gladly said yes to since I had not been drinking. However, to my amazement the officer said my alcohol level was higher than it should have been, which I'm assuming is due to the alcohol that Nyquil contains. The officer could tell I was not extremely impaired or anything. Therefore, I remember him saying he was taking me back to the station just for precaution reasons. I laughed to myself as I looked at the Nyquil cap. Who knew trying to cure your cold could get you arrested?