I came up behind a generic white sedan sitting at the red light waiting to turn onto the airport connector from Russell. The light turned green. Cars in front of him started to go. He didn't. So I honked, assuming he's distracted by a cell phone or some such.
After the left turn onto the connector, he weaved around a bit and darn near ricocheted off the retaining wall. I backed off a bit to give him room - clearly distracted.
Once we get into the tunnel he careened across the right lane and bounced off the wall of the tunnel. Oh... Okay... He wasn't distracted, he was drunk. Lots of people honked at him and flashed their lights. Eventually he kind of motored onto 215. That was the last I saw of him.
Drunk enough at 7:00 AM on a weekday that he ran his car off a wall, damaged it, and just kept going. He'll probably be pissed when he sobers up.
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