Bill is on vacation in a small town. As he passes through an intersection, he is hit by a car that has run a red light.
Not trusting that he'll receive proper justice in such a hick town, he staggers out of his car to meet the driver of the car that just hit him.
Bill finds that the other driver is quite angry. "Boy, look what you did to my new car," the other driver says to Bill, trying to shift the blame.
Bill explains that the angry driver hit him, not the other way around; that he -- Bill -- should be the angry one.
Thinking quickly, Bill takes a flask from his pocket and says to the angry driver, "Here, maybe you'd like a nip to calm your nerves."
"Thanks, boy, don't mind if I do," says the angry driver, and takes a long pull from the container. "Here, you have one, too," he adds, handing back the whiskey.
"I'd rather not," says Bill. "At least not until after the police have been here!"