So Who’s Drunk?


On a curvy mountain highway late one night when I was a little kid, my dad was complaining about the car behind us. “That guy must be drunk!” he said. “Every time I move over to let him pass, he slows down. When I get back on the road, he gets closer and stays on my tail.”

Fifteen minutes later, the car turned on a set of flashing blue lights. Coming up to our window, the officer said, “Sir, I’d like you to take an alcohol test. You’ve been swerving on and off the road for half an hour.”

(photo courtesy of Jose Antonio Sanchez Reyes/