Earlier you were just out partying with your friends and got drunk—of course—and your friends chose you as the one to drive them home since you seemed the most sober. Flash to now, you see red and blue lights flashing behind you. You look up at a mph sign that says 55 mph, you could have sworn it said 77… you pull over and roll down your window for the officer

“Hello ma’am, I hope you’re aware of why I pulled you over?” the man says with an upbeat voice and spins a pen between his fingers