"Did you know you were going 90 under that overpass?" Ninety? I was going at least 95, but sure, I'd take the favor.
"No Sir, I did not. 90 huh? Yeah, 90's pretty fast." I passed him my license and settled in to wait. As I sat there, worrying the steering wheel with my fingertips, I remembered my "former life", before I went overseas, before I came back as somebody else. I remembered some one else getting in trouble with the law...
"Maybe I shouldn't have had that last drink," or,
"Maybe I should've waited longer before I got behind the wheel."
But he didn't. He said the test wasn't performed correctly, that the police officer didn't inform him of all his options, that, despite the fact that he was, in fact, driving under the influence, that it didn't matter, because the test was invalid. He said whatever it took to get the charges dropped and the DUI dismissed.