Gosh, I still have fantasies about cops pulling me over
just for fun. Flashing lights, the night stick, shiny black boots, the mirrored glasses, you know - the whole uniform thing.
"OK, out of the car, up against the hood . . . "
You think I'd be over it by now.
Oh, wait. I reread the post and I think we're talking about different things here. Never mind.
