Late one quiet night, a drunk driver was pulled over after swerving along an otherwise empty road. Streetlights hummed overhead as red-and-blue lights flashed across the dark street. The driver eased to the curb, and even through the open window, the smell of alcohol was unmistakable. When the officer asked how much he’d had, the man gave a crooked smile. “Just a couple,” he said, as if that might save him.

He climbed out with exaggerated concentration, swaying while insisting he was fine. He blamed the uneven road and joked about being tired. The officer listened patiently, noting his glassy eyes and delayed reactions. The first sobriety test was simple: walk a straight line. The driver failed almost immediately, pointing at the pavement. “This road’s crooked,” he protested. Next came the one-leg stand. He wobbled and lowered his foot with a frustrated sigh. “You need better conditions,” he insisted.

His excuses grew more creative with every failed attempt, but the officer remained calm. Finally, the officer folded his arms. “Alright. One last test. If you pass, I’ll let you go.” The driver straightened proudly. “Deal.” The officer smirked slightly. “Use the words green, pink, and yellow in one sentence.”

The drunk man paused, concentrating hard. Then his face lit up. “My phone went green green, so I pinked it up and said yellow. Have a nice day, officer!”