The sound of a police siren

You look in your rear-view mirror and see the lights of a police cruiser. "SHIT!" you exclaim, and check your breath quickly as you pull to the side of the road. You smell like whiskey, and you're unsure if you can beat the breathalyzer.

The cop walks up to the window and taps on the driver's side. You roll it down and say, "Good evening, officer."

He ignores you and states "License and registration," and you begin the wonderful process of being hassled by the police. You provide the information as Gwen sits nervously in the passenger seat.

"How much have you had to drink tonight, sir?"