Last night we went to some trendy sushi place for Andrea's birthday. I had too much to drink (been doing a little too much of that lately) but had largely sobered up by the time we left. For reasons too boring to explain, I'd driven to Palo Alto and barely caught the train from there that morning. I get to my car and buckle up, only to see out of the corner of my eye, a police car roll up, lights ablaze and siren blaring. There I sit, stunned, thinking "there's NO way they can know that I'm still a bit tipsy! I haven't even started the car!"

Then the cop gets out of the car and runs past me at full speed, toward whatever the real problem was. I then drive home slowly and carefully as a myriad of other law enforcement personnel speed past me going back where I came from.