Drinking And Driving Is So Low-Rent
I am the security supervisor at a large industrial property in the lower valley. The property is over four hundred acres with about fifteen miles of internal roads. We have to do some traffic control as a result.
I am driving and a guy drives past me in a U-Haul. I catch a glimpse of a green bottle. He hasn’t gotten to the gate system yet, so I call my guard and tell him to deny access and have the driver wait on the side as I U-turn.
I get to the gates and hop out.
Me: “Hi! So sorry, but when you drove by me, I noticed you were drinking from a green glass bottle? What was that?”
The driver holds up a bottle of a popular beer brand.
Me: “See, you can’t be drinking and driving on the property. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Driver: “Dude, it’s private property. F*** off.”
Me: “I know it is. I am the site security supervisor; I speak as an agent of the property. You can’t drink and drive here.”
Driver: “Show me where it f****** says that.”
Me: “It’s in the condo docs.”
Driver: “F*** you! I didn’t read no f****** condo docs!”
Me: “Well, it’s also in your common sense, or it should be. Look, if you let your passenger drive for the remaining time that you are here, then I’ll let you go, but I can’t have you knocking back beers while driving a box truck on a commercial property.”
Driver: “I pay f****** rent here, you [racist tirade for multiple races, none of which I belong to].”
Me: “Rent — which means you are a tenant, sir. As a tenant, you are obligated to follow the house rules detailed in the condo doc. Unfortunately, I can’t give you a pass just because you didn’t read them. Not on this.”
Passenger: “Just let me drive, man. This dude is just a uniform trying to do his job.”
Driver: *Turning to each of us in turn* “F*** you! And f*** you, too!”
Passenger: “Rude.”
Driver: “Let me see your supervisor!”
Me: “You want to see my supervisor because you are drinking and driving?”
Driver: “No, because you won’t let me in!”
Me: “Because you are drinking and driving.”
Driver: “Get him!”
Me: “He’s not in yet, but I can call someone who has a final say in the matter if you want.”
Driver: “YEAH!”
I went back to the patrol truck and called the Honolulu Police Department for a trespass; they arrived in less than a minute because we allow them to hang out on the top side of the property where they have shade to eat lunch and do paperwork as well as access to our bathrooms via a special door code we made for them. They are always more than happy to assist when we need them.
I explained to the dispatcher what was going on, and when the officer arrived, she parked diagonally in front of the U-Haul. We both went up to the U-Haul, and I had to give the guy the rundown on an official trespass from the property for the house rules that he had broken.
We came to find out he wasn’t the tenant — he was merely the employee of one — so the trespass went off easily.
Since it was private property, we couldn’t cite him officially for the DUI, but the second his tires touched the pavement at the end of our driveway, a second cop car pulled out from our closed exit lane and pulled him over.
The officer ended up finding multiple open containers in the cab of the U-Haul. Of course, the driver tried to claim they were the passenger’s, but he blew nearly two times the legal limit.
Since U-Haul was the registered owner of the box truck, the police had to contact them, and I am unsure what the conversation was, but the truck ended up getting towed loaded with product.
The driver ended up getting fired for the DUI and the loss of work/profit. Due to my testimony to the actual tenant, the passenger remained on the job.
Seriously, all the guy had to do was switch seats with the passenger and everyone could have gone home happy at the end of the day.
