Drunk Driving

Saturday night Mike and I were driving to Walmart to drop off my prescription at their Pharmacy. We were just driving along, minding our own business when from out of nowhere this baby blue Ford Escort came out of nowhere, swerving into the turning lane next to us. Mike noticed it first and stated that the car was close to hitting the other car next to us. Well I didn't notice him until he got in front of us, which is when I realized there was probably a 'habit' that was contributing to his less than text-book driving skills. He served into the curb, and then back across our lane into the turning lane, and then back into our lane, inches from the car in front of him. He then proceeded to make a left hand turn, onto another busy Anchorage street, but this time he missed the street, and drove up onto the the sidewalk but kept turning so that he eventually got back down onto the road. At this point Mike and I decided we should call him in, so I called 911. I told them what we had witnessed and what our location was. At this point we were still following him, but he turned right onto a street, and we still needed to continue straight. We realized later, we probably should've kept following him. Once again as he turned, however, he turned onto oncoming traffic, and swerved back into his lane. That was the last I saw of this car, and the lady at the 911 dispatch said that they would locate the closest police car and take care of the situation. Well, later that evening the police called me back and asked me again what happened. I went through the story again with the policeman. He then said that they had found the car, and that he had ended up hitting a bicyclist (who they said was fine) but that the driver was "Drunk as a Skunk" so they had to get my statement. I felt so important! ah...the things you see at 6:00 p.m. in Anchorage!