Actually - that story has more meaning to me than you may imagine.
Here's your laugh for the day.
It was 1985 - hair band days, and I wore my hair really big, and used more hairspray than most of the girls. I was in college at SEMO. On one particular Friday night I drove my 1972 Olds98 from Cape to Festus after the 10pm News (my job at the time) to pick up Lisa for the weekend. So, we were heading back to Cape about 1am driving down Hwy55.
All of sudden, I see lights and sirens in my rear view mirror and I ease the boat to the shoulder of the highway. As the "Police Car" pulls up behind us I can see the "Andy Griffith" style single light on the top of the car, and what looks like a big sticker on the door that kinda looks like a gold foil sheriff's emblem. As the cop gets out of his car and crosses in front of his spotlight, I can make out that it was a 1979 Olds Cutlass - not exactly Highway Patrol issue. I think to myself, this isn't good.
Right about that very second the "cop" makes his way to my window. He was wearing jeans, a cop style shirt and badge - no hat, no gun belt. Now, up to this point he hasn't been able to see me. What he has been able to see though are 2 very big heads of HAIR inside of this old green Olds.
He thinks he's pulling over 2 GIRLS in the middle of the night - in the middle of no where!!!
Once at my door, I turn my head towards him - and his jaw dropped to the pavement.
He stutters, JaJaJa just a safety check - have a good night."
A which point I pushed the gas pedal to the floor of the 455 big block Olds, and left him in a cloud of dust and gravel. I didn't let up for 10 minutes.
So that's why you were in a hurry to leave last night 
