Anyway, after the Brad Paisley concert, all my usual secret tricks to get out of the parking lot quickly were doomed to failure. When I walked out and saw dozens of “tailgate” parties in progress after the concert, I knew it was going to be a long night. It wasn't that bad, really, but fifteen minutes of waiting at midnight can be one long time.
As I was driving east towards I-15, I saw those magical flashing police car lights. I wasn't speeding nor did I run a stop sign nor had I been drinking alcohol. Still, I had doubts about whether I could pass a sobriety test as I was too tired to get up and walk a straight line. I was so relieved that the officer only wanted to tell me my headlight was out.
I was never so glad to be home at 12:51 am.