You stop by a country bar while driving aimlessly in rural Illinois and have a couple of beers, trying to space them out so you will be below the legal alcohol limit when you leave. You're pretty sure you are, but you get in the car and drive for about half an hour until you reach a town. Seeing a McDonalds you decide to try to pull into the parking lot, but as you're pulling in you hit a guy, who falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes. You get out of the car thinking that you killed him, see that he's not moving, and exclaim to someone watching from their car, "I think I killed him!" He breathlessly says, "No, I'm all right, you just got my knee." You proclaim how sorry you are until the police and paramedics arrive.