<J>One time, when cruising the through those dirty old country roads with a friend from way back, he got pulled over for speeding. He didn’t exactly have the appropriate license (all this red tape) to be harboring an unlicensed passenger, so the cop asked
<tt>PASSENGER DO YOU HAVE A LICENSE</tt>
But I didn’t really know he was talking to me, because I had kind of tuned out so I didn’t have to experience the horrors. He asked again
<tt>PASSENGER DO YOU HAVE A LICENSE</tt>
and my friend proceeded to elbow me so I snapped out of it, and answered the officer. Boy, did I feel stupid! To this day I don’t know why my friend couldn’t have just pretended I was retarded or something. I’m as good a liar as the next guy!</J>