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Ah, that does remind me...
I visited my brother at college with a girl, and got pulled over on the way back, because my speedometer was broken and I was going too slow. I wasn't drunk, but I was underage, and am sure I would blow something on the breathalyzer. We also had some nasty cinnamon liquor in the car. Anyway, the cop ran our licenses, and the girl, who was 17 came up as a runaway. She had previously, and her parents hadn't changed the status after she returned. Luckily, we got her aunt on the phone and they sent us on our way. But, I remember the feeling of being freaked about the alcohol, and then what? You're a runaway!?