Yah, this happened to me last week in Nashville.
No, wait, it was Seattle.
Oh, and a few years ago.
I thought it happened while out with Eaker one fine morning after a night of patented D-Sheare coffee induced hallucinations.
Or maybe it was my wedding...?
Driving test?
I don’t remember.
What I do remember was huffing and puffing while singing “I’m a little teapot” at the side of the road to a mad accordian playing constabular type in my boxers..