The police cruiser’s lights flashed behind the speeding red convertible, and soon two blondes stood facing each other on the roadside. “License and registration, please,” the officer requested. What followed was a masterclass in confusion.
The driver emptied her purse contents onto the passenger seat – lipsticks, receipts, half a sandwich – but no license. “What does it look like?” she pleaded. The officer rolled her eyes. “It’s got your face on it and says ‘Driver’s License’ at the top.”
Suddenly inspired, the woman grabbed her compact mirror and thrust it at the officer. The policewoman took one look and burst out laughing. “Ma’am, I’m going to let you off with a warning,” she chuckled. “Clearly, you’ve been through enough already.”
