Son of a bitch, Dins is right.
https://www.cga.ct.gov/2005/rpt/2005-r-0152.htm
Looks like the passenger can drink his ass off in Ct. Doubt I will be putting this newfound info to the test though.
Anyone got any good pulled over by the cops stories? I have one. Fortunately, it doesn't end with me in cuffs. I was with my life-long buddy and drinking partner Jay. We were in Maine for the Navy retirement of a mutual friend. I knew Jay would be getting hammered, so, I layed off the alcohol, somewhere around 6 PM (it was a long party). Jay continued on his mission to drink Maine dry. We left somewhere close to midnight. On the way back to the hotel, I start turning onto a one-way road, just as I see the one way sign. So I hit the brakes and start backing up. Not far behind us is one of Brunswick, Maine's finest. He hits the lights and I pull immediately into the cumberland farms parking lot. It's New England, there is a cumbie's every other intersection. I think it's a law. Jay, being extremely drunk prolly wasn't aware that I was extremely sober, so he starts freaking out.
Jay: Fukkk!!!! Fukkk!!! your're going to jail dude and they're gonna tow my fukking car!!!!
Me: Relax Jay, I am as sober as you are drunk.
I was actually getting quite the chuckle out of the whole thing watching Jay shit himself
PoPo: How you guys doing? Did you see the one-way sign. Have you been drinking....blah....blah....
Me: Hi officer. We aren't from around here. Didn't notice the sign until I was turning. And no, I haven't had anything to drink in many hours unlike my partner here. He's had enough for both of us.
So, we do the license/reg routine. He was pertty cool. He didn't make me get out and walk the line BS as I think he knew I was stone cold sober, or at least one damn good actor. he did have me count backwards from 100 to 86, I think. Then recite the alphabet.
PoPo: Can you recite the alphabet
Me: Can I sing it?
PoPo: Smiling, sort of. No, just say it.
So, I give him my best monotone rendition of the alphabet. It really is easier if you can sing.
After the cop left, I look over at a still traumatized and slightly less drunk Jay. He is giving me an incredulous, slightly pissed off stare.
Jay: "Can I sing it? Can I fukking sing it?" You fukking asshole!!!!!
He was half pissed, half laughing. I think he was finally coming to the realization that he wasn't gonna be sitting on the curb as his car and best friend were towed away.
It was better than 10 years ago and he still busts my balls about it.