como que busted

So. It's almost the end of CSI New York. It sounds like somebody is hitting a trash can over and over again. Now somebody's hitting a car. Again and again and again. I venture outside to see what has happened. The City of Albuquerque is doing construction on the sewer lines that run through Martineztown (the flooding was horrendous in 2006). Edith has been closed between Odelia and Mountain since March, and now the intersection of Edith and Mountain has been closed since April 8, 2008. There are "Road Closed To Thru Traffic" signs up at Mountain and Woodward, and Mountain and Broadway, but that doesn't stop jackass semi-truck drivers and ignorant ABQ Ride drivers from trying. They must turn around at Walter and Mountain (0ur fair intersection) because their ginormous vehicles can't navigate the narrow streets of the village.

So. That brings me back to tonight, CSI New York night, grading papers night, lounging with the IG and the GF night. Someone in a pickup truck is trying to knock down the cement barriers at the intersection of Edith and Mountain, all the while being hung up on the new pavement poured to protect the new manholes. The idiot has fairly torn out the bottom of his beautiful Nissan pickup truck trying to smash through the barriers. Finding no success and nothing but flattened tires and torn-out oil pans, moronico decides to ride the sidewalk to the parking lot of the NM State Department of Labor, where he figures, "hey, why not change the tire [one of the tires?] I seem to have flattened battling with rebar?" He and his buddy are so soused that when the cops show up (in less than a minute I might add), he can barely stand. They're so stone cold busted, they just relent and put their hands on the hood of the patrol car. "Have you ever been convicted of a DWI?" the officer asks. "No," is the sullen reply. Ah. Schadenfreud.