He stepped out of the patrol car and sauntered over to my Prius. I rolled down my window and he leant into the gap.
"Ma'am, do you know why I've pulled you over?", he asked.
"I'm so sorry officer, I didn't realise my speed. I promise I'll slow down."
"Ma'am I need to see your licence."
I started to protest but he raised his hand to stop me.
"Now, ma'am. Or I'll have to put you under arrest."
Reluctantly, I reached across and fished my licence out of the glovebox. He took it from me and looked it over with a confused expression.
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