The trooper investigates.

Just when you think you’re out of the woods, the state trooper stops and a searchlight comes on centered on you. You freeze in place, not making any threatening gestures, hoping to avoid something bad happening.

“Walk to towards the car.” A male voice orders you in a crackle over a speaker.

You walk about 10 yards towards the vehicle, when your ordered to stop. The driver side door opens, and the trooper gets out. he appears to be around 6’5” ,solidly build, with a face that could scare a drunk sober.

“Where yah going tonight.” He asks, hand resting on his firearm.

“I’m heading for town.” You tell him.

“That’s a might fair distance. Where’s your car?” The trooper, questions.

Pointing back up the road you say, “About three miles that way with a flat tire and spare.”

“What’re doing out here this time of night.” says the trooper.

“I’m a bit embarrassed about that, you see me and my old lady had a fight and I went out driving. After getting the flat, I called her on the cell phone only to have laughter in my ear as she hang up. So here I am walking 15 miles back to town for the sin of coming home late one too many times from the bar.”

After coming up with that whopper, you hope the trooper buys your story.