"What seems to be the problem, Officer?" you say, trying to keep your voice even as you roll your window down to greet the buxom policewoman. Her bust strains against the fabric of her blue uniform. The intimidation on your face is plain to you, reflected back in her mirrored sunglasses.
She turns her head slightly, seeming to pan through the cabin of your car behind those inscrutable lenses. "You're driving all by yourself today, sir?"
Men require special permission to travel unaccompanied. "I have a permit," you say, keeping your hands visible and on the wheel.
She blows a conspicuous pink bubble before gesturing towards your windshield. "Your sticker is expired, sir."
"You must be mistaken," you start to say, knowing that your vehicle is within date, but also immediately regretting getting confrontational with her. As if she needed a pretext to do whatever she wanted to you.
"Your other sticker, Sir. Your Penis Inspection expired last year. Adult Male outside the household without a valid proof of Penis Inspection, that's a mandatory citation I'm going to have to issue you, Sir.