Fifteen years ago, I rented a car to go to Wisconsin. On the way back, I dozed off, so I pulled myself over to the side of the highway for a brief rest.
A trooper at the Wisconsin portion of Highway 94 knocked on my door and woke me up. He asked why I was stranded. I said I was asleep "and just taking a break?" he added to my sentence.
"Yes," I said.
By then I was no longer sleepy. So, I told him I was going to drive on. He said, "But I've noticed one of your headlights is off."
"This is a rental car, Sir," I said. "I had no idea it was broken."
He issued me a fix-it ticket and said I should have it fixed and sign that ticket indicating that I had fixed it and then the problem was over.
Back in Winona, Minnesota just before 911, I actually bought a bulb, fixed it myself before
returning the car to the rental agency instead of just telling the rental agency to fix it. I felt it was appropriate for me to fix it, since I was going to sign
that thing back to the trooper. I should just have the rental agency sign it themselves without me doing anything...But I didn't really trust that they would do it anyway.
The trooper had my info after all.
Ok. That was more than 15 years ago.