Miriam, had an interesting encounter once, but all turned out well. My husband had a little too much of the spirits one evening after a gig, so I drove. The local police stopped me as we were approaching home. Why, I don't know. They asked to see my driver's license and much to my dismay, I didn't have it with me. I told the rookie officer that I had twenty four hours to produce my license and that I had really not planned on driving. I could have killed my husband who kept saying, "Do you know who I am. What's your badge number?" (he was a DJ at the time).
That could have been a bad evening had it not been for my cool thinking.
Nick, Where in West Virginia? This happened to me in West Virginia, too.