Lights and the Siren

super girl needed to give my person some work-stuff, because every once in a while it's mp's turn to save the day. on her way, mp's high speed sing-a-long was interuppted by a red light in the rearview mirror. At first, mp moved over one lane and hoped for the best. the light moved with her. one "oh, fuck" and several "damnits" later, she was parked on the side of the freeway, waiting for the officer to get out of his car. when he did, he had breasts, a snarl, and shiny brown hair tossed in a bun.

CHP: good afternoon, ma'am. do you know the reason i pulled you over?

MP: uhmm.

CHP: you were driving 82 miles an hour; the legal speed limitation on this stretch of freeway is 65. i need to see your license, registration, and proof of insurance.

MP: uhmm. okay.

now, my person is usually articulate, but the combination of stern-teacher/hot girl/uniform fried her brain. my person refuses to date cops. regardless, she's broken this rule twice in the last year; they were both fucking crazy, reminding her again of why she doesn't date cops. despite this, as soon as the officer began walking back to her car with mp's license, mp was grabbing the lipstick and making sure her eyes were looking their greenest. my person loves distinctive women, and this one had... something. i'm beginning to think pimpress is right: mp is a tramp.

COP: okay, everything's clear, but you do need to slow down....

MP: can you please write me the ticket so that i can ask you out?

CHP: excuse me?

MP: can you please write me the ticket? as soon as you do, i'm going to hit on you. i'm going to flirt with you shamelessly, and then i'm going to ask you out- but i can't do that when there's any chance that you'll think it's to get out of a speeding ticket. so... write me the ticket, and get ready for the worst pick-up lines in history.

CHP: uh. aren't you going to say you weren't speeding?

MP: oh, no. i was speeding. in fact, i know i'm going way too fast right now, but sometimes there's no other way to get to where you want to be.

CHP: sign here, please.

MP: okay. here? this is not a ticket.

CHP: what makes you think i'm gay? do you think only lesbians become peace officers?

MP: i don't know if you're gay. i want to take you out, so i really only care about whether you like me.

CHP: sign here please. i will accept a phone number in lieu of a signature.

my person is making me nuts, checking her phone every half hour, but i can't really blame her. after all, there's something mesmerizing about the call of a siren.