My how times have changed. Just yesterday, my dad told me a little story about when he was a youngster growing up in Brooklyn. This is a story about a friend of his though, not my dad.
Now, this may or may not sound true to you (I didn't believe it), but he assures me it's totally 100% true, and my dad wouldn't BS me, he's a reliable source of info.
Anyway, here's a little story:
My dad went out with some friends one night. At the end of their evening, they're all pretty boozed up. My dad lived a few blocks over from the bar so he just walked home. His friend John was WASTED, so naturally he had to drive himself home.
Anyway, John's driving the car just completely sauced. From what I've heard (and I've heard the story a few times from uncles too) he was so drunk that he could barely even keep his eyes open or his head up, let alone drive a car.
He approaches a red light. He doesn't see the red light. He also doesn't see the cop car stopped at the red light. He doesn't even touch his breaks. He rams a parked cop car (I'm assuming it was about 30-40 MPH, though I can't be sure).
Now this is the part that I found unbelievable, yet by all accounts, it's true. The cops get out of their car and see that the guy is completely trashed. They get him into the cop car, they park his car in a nearby parking lot, drive him home and leave a note in the mailbox telling him where to find his car. He wasn't issued a ticket, a summons, a fine, or even the bill for the damaged police car.