A blonde woman in a little red sports car was flying down the highway when she was pulled over by a police officer, who also happened to be a blonde.
The blonde officer walked up to the window and asked to see the driver’s license. The driver began digging frantically through her purse, getting more and more frustrated by the second.
“I can’t find it! What does it even look like again?” the driver asked.
The officer replied, “It’s small, square, and has your picture on it.”
After another moment of rummaging, the driver’s fingers brushed against a small, square compact mirror. She opened it, stared at her own reflection, and handed it over. “Here it is!”
The blonde officer took the mirror, looked closely at the reflection, and handed it right back with a polite nod.
“Alright, you’re free to go. I had no idea you were a fellow officer.”
