The police officer couldn’t believe her eyes when the red convertible zoomed past her speed trap. Pulling the car over, she was surprised to see another blonde behind the wheel. “License and registration, please,” the blonde cop said.
The driver began emptying her purse contents onto the passenger seat – lipsticks, receipts, gum wrappers flying everywhere. “What does this license thing look like again?” she asked desperately. “Rectangular, with your photo,” the officer explained patiently. With an “Aha!” the driver triumphantly produced her makeup mirror and passed it through the window. The cop sighed and handed it back – she already had one just like it at home.
