She was staggering down the sidewalk with an open beer next to her equally attractive sorority sister. They were both approaching a busy intersection close where the big game was close to being over. I stopped them, trying to shoo them home. The drunker of the two informs me that she's 24, so she can be drunk in public. She's kind of a *****. Weird. I get her Arizona ID, she's only 21, but so drunk that could be drunk-*** math. I ask them to call someone for a ride. I'm told no, they can do what they want. I run the ID - it's not on file. Hmm. Probably a fake. "Is this fake?" "No." "Where you from?" - thinking city. "Virginia." "Why do you have an Arizona license?" "They're right next to each other, so I just went to Arizona to get my license." She was dead serious. I don't know if it was the alcohol talking or just the fact she was a blonde. I couldn't stop giggling the rest of the contact - even after she took the ride in. Not sure why that tickled me so much, but the scene from the Simpson's movie popped into my head. "You can see the four states the border Springfield: Ohio, Nevada, Main and Kentucky." Some people are hilarious and have no idea.