That’s a lesson I learned the hard way when I ran out of beer and hopped on my riding mower to go fetch some more. Please learn from my mistake. Click on the arrow.
Now I know what you’re gonna say — I should have knowed better than to drive down the road on a mower without proper tags and with an open container in my vee-HICK-el. But you don’t live with my wife, Rhonda. When she wants a beer, you best get her one.
After the state took away my mower license and made me attend those riding mower safety classes, I can see the error of my ways. But shoot, after getting sprayed in the face by that officer, I’m happy to see just about anything.
Here are three lessons I learned from this that you can learn from too:
1. Don’t drink and mow.
2. Know your rights.
3. Sometimes it’s better to just get stabbed in the face.