We can’t really be certain, but this guy might not be telling the truth. Then again, plenty of people like to go out for some of the great outdoors during the night, even for a run.
Then again, they tend to have reflective clothing, running shoes, and other gear that makes it look like they’re actually out for a run instead of looking like they’ve just escaped from a mental hospital. Even the thickest police officer is going to be able to put two and two together and decide this guy should probably come along for a ride.
No, Ma'am, That's Just a Stereotype
We're happy that at least one of these stories is just a cute story between two people that just ends in a warning to be safer. The gal wanted to eat some donuts – and who among us can claim we are any better – and apparently she might have offered him one.
We do not know whether or not he took one, but we bet he didn't. Donuts are great, but it doesn't seem proper to take one off someone that you just pulled over for running a red light.
That's a Good Point
If someone came up to you and asked you to recite the alphabet backward, do you think you could do it? Unless you've trained yourself, we're going to bet no. That's sort of the point of these sobriety tests, even if it does seem kind of counter-intuitive.
If you're trying to do something difficult, being drunk makes them all the more difficult, or even nigh-impossible. Of course, if this guy can't walk heel-to-toe even when he is sober, then he has a little bit more to deal with. Also, he did basically say he's drunk.
Ah, a Philosophical Criminal
This will really make you pause. Are we real? Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am.” It's summed up as “Cogito, ergo sum.” Maybe not the perfect grammar in Latin, but it still gets the point across. If you can consider yourself a thinking being, are you not? It's philosophical proof of existence.
Do computers think for themselves, or did we just trick them into thinking for us? The increase of AI and computer intelligence have given us plenty to ponder as the guy we were arresting runs off with his hands cuffed behind his back.
Someone Translate for Us
We've left the wording here exactly as we found it, because otherwise how would we know this story came from Australia? Let us help out a little bit: A “breakkie mcmuffin” is a breakfast sandwich from McDonald's, a speedo is his speedometer, and one-eighty km is about a hundred and eleven miles per hour on a highway that has a speed limit of about fifty miles per hour.
How many cars can actually work well when they're going that fast? We've seen a car that rattled so bad it seemed like it was about to fall to pieces if it even got near eighty.