this isn't a particularly bad thing. it is, however, a fact. i have friends who are cop magnets. they have dated cops, flirted with cops, and avoided traffic tickets by batting eyelashes at said cops. that brand of dude does not treat me any different than a sandwich artist or pretzel peddler. they don't make eye contact when passing me in post offices or pharmacies. cops don't seem to care that i exist. this is probably why i feel perfectly comfortable rolling through stop signs.
then today happened.
two cops noticed me. if they were wearing hats they'd most likely have tipped them at me. i wasn't sure what changed. perhaps my dented PT cruiser looked striking in the summer sunlight. it may have been my smile as i pretended i could be the lead singer of the cardigans. after adjusting my rear-view mirror to see what these cops were smiling at, i realized my secret weapon: i bumped it up.
observe:
this is what cops must love. big hair to cops must be the equivalent of puppies to girls.
good to know.
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