This is a true story. I will try my best to keep it clean, but some imagination will be required.
A couple years ago, I was driving home from a NAMI meeting, probably around 9PM. I was heading east on I-40, having just left the city limits of Albuquerque when I spotted a late 80's Oldsmobile (what my son used to call a "Tuna boat.") This car was drifting from side to side and was not maintaining his lane at all.
I assumed a DWI so I called the area sheriff station to report possible drunk driver. As I was on the phone with dispatch, I agreed to stay behind the guy until the deputies could get him pulled over. I told them when I saw the deputies I would turn on my emergency flashers to alert them to the car in front of me.
The got him pulled over and the dispatcher asked if I'd like to meet one of the deputies at the next exit to give them full report on what I had seen while the other deputy had him pulled over.
Anyway, I met one of the deputies at a McDonalds at the next exit and relayed to him all I had witnessed, then we just started shooting the breeze about this and that.
Before too long, the deputy who had pulled the guy over drove up and got out of his car to let us know the status.
The guy wasn't DWI. Seems his girl friend was in the front seat with him and, well, let's just say she was "distracting" him. I think he got a ticket for distracted driving.
I'm pretty sure I laughed out loud the rest of the way home.