I'm working dayshift. It's around 2pm. Our office manager calls my cell phone, which is unusual.
OM: Hey...the Xerox guy is here to fix the copier.
Me: Um, ok.
OM: I think he's drunk.
Me: Seriously? Why do you think that?
OM: He's in here stumbling around and he smells like a brewery.
Me: Well, where the hell is the Lieutenant?
OM: Dunno.
Me: Ok, I'll head in.
I drive in and sure enough, the Xerox guy looks hammered.
Me: Hey man, you ok? You have any medical conditions I should know about or are you a diabetic or something?
Xerox: No, not at all. Why?
Me: Well, you seem intoxicated.
Xerox: Na, I just had a few beers with lunch.
Me: Well lets do a few tests to make sure you're ok to drive.
Xerox: Ok.
Dudeman fails the field sobriety tests. Comes to the police station, drunk, to fix the copier.
My Lieutenant comes back to the station and I fill him in. He was annoyed I didn't let him finish fixing the copier first.