Open the mail box after getting home and it's some junk flyer and letter. In the dark I look at the letter to see if it's of any interest or just credit spam.
Oh dear. King County Prosecuting Attorney. I don't think this is going to be as good as the letter from the IRS.
So I get up to the house and open it up. There's the date... There's my name(middle name too!) and address... Case number... Crime: Driving While Under The Influence.
Holy Shits Batman! DUI ?!
Did I get pulled over and was too smashed to remember it? Can't be. I'm too cheap to buy more than a beer, or three, at any venue or drinking establishment, and I have a lifetime supply of Tequila here at home. So what the hell is this?
Oh, witness letter huh? I guess it's from the motorcycle accident from a bit back. It's a damn shame.
Well, I guess I'll see where this goes...