So I have to admit I am a bit ashamed of myself. I had a rough day at work, so I stopped off at my usual little neighborhood bar on the way home, intending to have just one. Well, one turned into 5 or 6, and I shouldn't have driven home, but I did. I carefully peeled the label off my last beer, and stuck it in my shirt pocket. Sure enough, I got pulled over on the drive home from the bar. I quickly pulled the beer bottle label out of my pocket, licked it, and stuck it to my forhead. The nice officer walked up to my window, and said "You were weaving, sir. Have you been drinking?" I pointed to the label, and said, "No officer. I'm trying to quit. I'm on the patch."