I have a story you might like. A couple of friends and I were coming home from a bar about an hour away from where we all lived (one was a DD) and we had a flat tire. We pulled over in the closest parking lot. It ended up being a parking lot on a college campus. Anyway, the owner of the truck was so drunk he passed out in the passenger seat. The DD and I tried to ask him where the key to the spare was, but he couldn't answer us. Anyway, we look around the truck for about an hour and eventually the owner wakes up, gets out to look at the spare, hands us a hand saw, and tells us to saw through the cable of his spare on his brand new pickup.

While we were doing this, the owner apparently thinks it'd be a good idea to sit in the drivers seat. He passes out again there while me and the DD try to saw the lock off the spare tire. That's when two cops show up. At this point I've moved back to the back seat and the DD was under the pickup sawing. I open the door to talk to the officers and explain the situation (I'm very intoxicated as well btw). I tell them it looks really bad but I swore the guy in the front seat wasn't the one driving when we pulled up. They keep banging on his window trying to wake him up.

I couldn't gauge what the cops thought, but I unlocked the drivers door and let them examine my friend who was still passed out. He eventually wakes up and his first words are, "Is that a glock you're carrying?" About 30 seconds later he passes out again. They were talking to me while running the plates, and one of them noticed a revolver was under my seat. It was my friend's grandad's I later found out.

Needless to say I thought we were all going to jail...since it looked like a drunk guy had been driving and we had a revolver on a college campus.

They let us go without any field sobriety tests after running only my license and the tags on the truck. They were laughing when they left. Gotta love Texas. They even came back about an hour later to check on us and ask us if we needed any help.