A blonde lady cop has the gun, the guy directs offenders across the street from us to wait for their tickets.
I tried to talk Johnny into taking a van, driving past her and when she points the gun at him, leaning out the window: “Hey Darlin’ didn’t you have time to dry your hair before you left for work this mornin’ ?”
I told him she would think it was cute; it would be a great way to strike up a conversation.
He wouldn’t do it.
The man is a wuss.