Late one quiet night, a driver was pulled over after swerving along an empty road. Streetlights hummed as red and blue lights flashed across nearby cars. He eased to the curb carefully, but the smell of alcohol was clear when the officer approached.
Asked how much he’d had to drink, he smiled and said, “Just a couple,” as if that might settle the matter. He stepped out slowly, swaying slightly, joking about being tired and blaming the road for his driving.
The officer remained calm, noting glassy eyes and delayed responses. When instructed to walk a straight line, the man veered off course and blamed the pavement. Asked to stand on one foot, he wobbled and insisted the conditions weren’t fair.
As the tests continued, his confidence faded. Following a pen with his eyes proved difficult. He stumbled over the alphabet and mixed humor with frustration, insisting he was still a capable driver.
