About fifty years ago i was the subject of a minor operation involving police from two states. I had gone to a work conference in a small city on the border between Idaho and Washington. After the conference, a few of us went to a bar for a few drinks. The others were seasoned drinkers including at least one alcohol, so by the time they were finished i was way past finished. (I had watched a movie a few nights earlier in which an aging bull fighter stepped out into traffic and began "fighting" cars in the street) We decided to take a walk to clear our heads and so i and my boss's boss went out onto the bridge that joined the two states. Suddenly, before he could stop me, i stepped out into the street and began playing "torero" against the oncoming traffic. The police came quickly and my boss' boss had to talk them out of arresting me, Back in the hotel, as he tried to help me to bed, i accused him of trying to molest me. Believe it or not, i did not lose my job. I have led a pretty sober life since then.