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Late one quiet night, a drunk driver was pulled over after swerving slightly on an empty road. Streetlights hummed softly as the patrol car followed, then activated its lights, splashing red and blue across parked cars. The man eased to the curb with exaggerated care, exhaling as the officer approached, the smell of alcohol unmistakable.
When asked how much he had to drink, he smiled and said, “Just a couple,” treating his words like a clever defense. He stepped out of the car with theatrical caution, swaying slightly but insisting he was steady, joking about the road and his fatigue. The officer listened patiently, noting the glassy eyes and delayed reactions.