The red sports car was going at least 15 over the limit when Officer Jenna flipped on her lights. What she didn’t expect was to find a mirror image of herself when the driver rolled down her window – another blonde woman looking equally confused about the situation.
“License and registration, please,” Jenna requested automatically. The driver nodded and began what could only be described as an archaeological dig through her handbag. After several minutes of watching tissues, pens, and various unidentifiable objects emerge, Jenna decided to help.
“Your license is a small square card with your face on it,” she explained. The driver paused, then suddenly smiled like she’d just solved world hunger. She pulled out a makeup compact, checked herself in the mirror, and proudly handed it over.
Jenna stared at the compact, then at the beaming driver, then back at the compact. She opened her ticket book, thought better of it, and simply said, “Just… just slow down, okay?” Sometimes blonde solidarity won out over procedure.
