Here’s my plan, anyway. I’m going to find out where that adorable lady cop’s regular patrol is, and then shoot past her in my car doing 70. When she pulls me over and asks to see my license, I’ll just wink slyly and ask if she means my poetic license.
See where that gets me.
I used to be a cop and I can tell you, that would definitely have worked with me.
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LOL!! And now I silently curse at the heavens for not allowing me to live in Britain during your service as a police officer!! 😀
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