“Shit, shit, shit,” you hissed as your car gave its signature groan of defeat before it stalled. You just barely managed to get it to the side of the road.

Few minutes later a tall, sturdy officer leaned in your window. “Everything okay here darling?”

You blush, internally cursing your shitty car, “My car stalled. Sorry about the terrible parking.”

He gave a warm, but pitying smile, “license and insurance, please.”

You blushed and handed them over.

“Let’s call AAA, yeah?”