"I've pulled you over for speeding, Ma'am. Could I see your driver's license?" "License . . . ???" The blonde looks confused. "It's usually in your wallet," replies the officer. After fumbling for a few minutes, the driver manages to find it. "Now may I see your registration?" asks the cop. "Registration, . . . . hmmmm. What's that?" asks the blonde. "It's usually in your glove compartment," says the cop impatiently. After more fumbling, she finds the registration. "I'll be back in a minute," says the cop and walks back to his squad car. The officer runs a routine check on the license and registration, and the dispatcher comes back all excited: "Is this woman driving a red sports car?" he asks. "Yes," answers the officer. "Is she a drop dead gorgeous blonde?" asks the dispatcher. "Uh . . . yes" replies the cop. "Here's what you do" says the dispatcher. "Give her back her stuff, stand back and drop your pants." "WHAT!!? I can't do that. That's crazy!" exclaims the cop. "Trust me; just do it," says the dispatcher. So the cop returns to the blonde, hands back the license and registration, and drops his pants as instructed. The blonde rolls up her eyes and sighs, "Oh no! Not ANOTHER breathalyzer!"
