Challenger RTA
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A blonde woman was flying down the highway when flashing lights appeared in her rearview mirror. She sighed and pulled over.
Out stepped the officer—also a blonde.
The cop walked up to the window and said, “License, please.”
The driver dug into her purse, fumbling through receipts, lipstick, and loose change. After a minute, she looked up in frustration.
“What does it even look like?”
The officer replied, “It’s square… and it has your picture on it.”
The woman nodded, rummaged some more, then pulled out a small square mirror. She glanced at her reflection and said, “Oh, here it is.”
She handed it to the officer.
The cop studied it carefully, then straightened up and smiled. “My apologies, officer—I didn’t realize you were on the force. You’re free to go.”
Out stepped the officer—also a blonde.
The cop walked up to the window and said, “License, please.”
The driver dug into her purse, fumbling through receipts, lipstick, and loose change. After a minute, she looked up in frustration.
“What does it even look like?”
The officer replied, “It’s square… and it has your picture on it.”
The woman nodded, rummaged some more, then pulled out a small square mirror. She glanced at her reflection and said, “Oh, here it is.”
She handed it to the officer.
The cop studied it carefully, then straightened up and smiled. “My apologies, officer—I didn’t realize you were on the force. You’re free to go.”
