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In the mid-70s our family was living overseas. We'd come back stateside for vacation. My dad, who has always had a lead foot, got pulled over outside Oklahoma City by a state trooper. This was very entertaining to me and my sister, but not so much to our mother.

Trooper walked up and exchanged the usual pleasantries. My dad handed over his international driver's license (big piece of folded paper with some stamps on it as I recall). Trooper looked at it, looked at my dad, turned it over a couple of times, muttered something about paperwork, shoved it back into my dad's hands and sent us on our way.