“I had a leg cramp.”
“Really? Must have been a bad one.”
“What?”
“Well, you were going 91 miles an hour.”
“Oh.”
“In a 55.”
“Oh.”
“And I’ve been chasing you for nearly six miles.”
“That’s bad.”
“With lights and siren.”
“That’s pretty bad.”
“Yes, ma’am. Sign right here.”