The misfortunes of owning a classic vehicle...

[Evil Robot]

So I'm half in the bag and I want more beer, right? We all been there. I get in my truck and head down to the gas station trying not to look too drunk. I pull in and there before me was a westchester county cop car parked at the the pump. I pull up at the pump next to it even though I didn't need gas, I just didn't want to be inside at the same time as the cop (for fear he would smell alchohol on my breath). I start pumping gas and the fucking cop appears out of nowhere, saying "Fine piece of history you got here!"
My heart skipped a beat and I tried not to stutter or otherwise sound nervous as I agreed with him, "Yeah I got it off Ebay."
Mind you if he catches me with any alchohol in my system it's a manditory 5 years in jail since I had "legal problems" before. But he just keeps going on and on about how much better cars were when he was a kid and the dodge charger he had. All the while he gradually steps closer and closer to me, but never getting within range of smell. He eventually went away after I started making it obvious that I was in a rush, walking towards the front door and breaking eye contact with him.
But god damn, that was close!