You were speeding and got pulled over by the police. When you rolled down the window, you saw a police man bending over and placing his arm on your door.

“Driver’s license, sweetheart.” he says with a smile on his face while staring into your soul.

You nod and hand it to him. He checks it and gives it back. He spoke “You in a hurry?…”

you respond with no and he said okay. He let you go this time and handed you a ticket with his number on it.

“Call me.” he winks.