Where I live specifies trunk or locked glovebox only, but yes, booze in the car is legal in those instances.
Boo im a ghost
Where I live specifies trunk or locked glovebox only, but yes, booze in the car is legal in those instances.
Previously opened containers of alcohol (gin w screw top bottle, recorked wine,etc) are legal but must be carried in the trunk or locked glovebox.
Those are the rules in Texas. Other states vary in specifics but the general sentiment is usually the same.
Technically OP is breaking the laws of the state I live in by having a bottle of alcohol under the seat as opposed to a trunk but it’s very much legal to carry one.
Were you given some sort of sobriety test that was failed? Did he pull the parental trick of ‘lemme smell your breath’? Were you accused of drunkenness at work?
If no, there’s not much to say. You have a bottle of alcohol in your car. Are you in the US? Bars that are BYO/set-ups allow you to provide your own alcohol. Most of these bars require some sort of method to get you there; car, truck, horse n buggy, etc. ‘oh hey boss, we were at the local setups bar this past XXXX. Looks like I forgot to remove the bottle when I arrived home’. But only if asked. Never volunteer anything.
As others said, deny deny deny. Then maybe it’s time to begin dealing with the problem, if you think you’re a problematic drinker.
Smoking is his anti-cancer
That sub is onion erasure and I won’t stand for it.
but also :
because you’ve shown interest in a similar community
what other veggies is that poster practicing their vile hatred on?
Spite for what or whom?
leopard+face=eaten
That conversation ranks up there with one of the more difficult ones I’ve ever had to approach a stranger for. Had she not made such a big deal about me not talking to him when I was first approaching, it probably wouldn’t have gotten his attention and I might not have followed thru with it.
Yeah. I haven’t been thinking too much about it, but that had crossed my mind too. It is pretty messed up.
Yeah. I’m fine. It ended before I really got attached, or heaven forbid my daughter get attached.
Shitty but I’ll be back to normal, whatever that is, in a couple days.
I’ll be fine. I don’t think I’ve ever been in this situation before, it’s mostly just disappointing. Sad, but mostly just disappoint.
I’m genuinely curious why
well hell yeah, ten dollar bottles and one dollar gallons of wine.
I’m going as my evil twin for Halloween. It’s just me, but with a fake mustache.
I wanted to take my kids out for Halloween this year because they’re 12&13 but they’ve officially hit the ‘hanging out w dad isn’t cool’ age, so this year is likely to be the last one.
Jay-Z new album dropped
Rizzle me this
Back in the mid nineties I went to a in-patient outward bound type wilderness based rehabilitation facility. It no longer exists, and aside from some paper records likely in filing boxes in someone’s garage, yellowing away, there really is nothing to tie my IRL identity to this place.
It was called Wilderness Treatment Center, in a small town in northwest Montana, close to Idaho/Canada, population less than 1000.
I was unfortunate enough to be sent there during December. I boarded a plane in south Texas where it was almost 80, and ended up in a place where it was single digits F. My days consisted of being woken up at 430-500 every morning for ‘rock crew’. Being on the rock crew meant you took draw knives/spokeshaves and shaved down tree bark from felled trees until sunrise. The trees we shaved were turned into furniture by others. I fed cattle in a blizzard and got frostnip on my nose, and fingers. I got coerced into spending three weeks backpacking thru the woods in and around Glacier National Park. I ended up being evacuated early because I got frostbite on three of my toes. My punishment for being sent back early? More rock crews and interaction ‘stricts’ (couldn’t talk to others and others were told to not interact with me). I was forced to walk thru nipple deep snow, pulling fallen trees. I got stood outside on a tree stump on my cabin porch in my shorts and a T-shirt for telling the cook his food sucked. While it was snowing. I was isolated multiple times for a week at a time because I spoke up about my aftercare plan which included being shipped to a halfway house in Lousyanna for a year or more. I was ignored by people who were supposed to be helping me to break an addiction that has followed me my entire life. I had trusts violated. They withheld letters I sent to my family. They withheld letters my family sent. They starved me when I balked.
Fuck you Mike, Ernie, Preston, and Mary. I still think about you pieces of shit every now and then. I hope every single one of you die miserable and alone in the throes of a bad crack addiction.
Outward Bound and its ilk do more harm than good. But I did get to see Going to The Sun Road so who can even say if it’s bad or not.
it’s fine