Patrolmen Coleman and Sikowski sat in their squad car in the parking lot across the street from the bar. They watched the young wife exiting the bar alone after sharing a few happy hour drinks with her co-workers. The brunette woman was wearing a blue long-sleeve blouse with buttons up the front, and a navy skirt hemmed above her knees.
“Nice rack.” Sikowski stated matter-of-factly.
“I think I’ll give her a try,” said Coleman, the man behind the wheel. When the woman drove out of the bar parking lot, Coleman followed her. Within two blocks, he turned on his lights. The woman pulled into an empty parking lot of a closed store, just off the road. Coleman exited the squad and approached the woman’s driver-side door. The woman rolled down her window.
“Can I see your license, please?” Coleman asked. She was already looking scared. “How much you have to drink today?”
“Just two,” answered the woman in a wavering voice.
“I think you had more than two. You were weaving quite a bit,” Coleman lied. “Should I give you a sobriety test?”
The woman didn’t answer. Coleman could see her fear growing. “You don’t want me to, do you? Maybe I should just take you to jail and book you.”