Ostensibly pissed he had to work on a Saturday night, Justin David Peterson decided to get piss-drunk during his shift at a Winona sandwich shop. The only problem with his plan: he was supposed to be making the delivery runs.
A police officer on patrol noticed a car parked in the middle of a downtown Winona street at about 1 a.m. None of its lights were on, and as the cop watched, a yellow taxi nearly plowed into it in the dark. As the cop stopped to investigate, Peterson came back and told the officer he was making deliveries for Erbert & Gerbert's Sandwich Shop.
Peterson must have tripped over that little tongue-twister of a name, because the cop put him through a field sobriety test and a breathalyzer. Apparently Peterson's delivery guarantee is "blood alcohol level of 0.08 or more" rather than "30 minutes or less." He was cited for underage consumption.
Some hapless Erbert &Gerbert's night manager drove out, parked Peterson's car for him and brought him back to the shop. Peterson, the manager promised, was done making deliveries for the night.
But not an hour later, the cop saw a familiar face -- it was Peterson, back behind the wheel of his car. So much for second chances. This time Peterson was arrested, bringing the cold cut caper to a close.
Perhaps Peterson was just pouring one out for his defeated Jimmy John's brethren?