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1:05AM. Just got home. St. Louis County Police set up a sobriety check point on Hawkins Rd (trying to catch drunk drivers after the Cards win) that I got stopped at on my way home. The officer asked me if I'd been drinking tonight. I told him (truthfully) I'm coming off of a 16 hr work day, the last 7.5 of which was spent delivering Domino's. He leaned his head in my window a bit and sniffed. Then told me to move along. This may be the only time I'll ever be grateful for a car that wreaks of grease, cheese, and sausage.