Blew thru those damn flashing red lights they put on coming out of Downtown Ft Lauderdale after the clubs closed. Basically I had slowed & stopped for several of them & just didnt' feel like stoppign again because I wanted to get home. Hadn't been drinking for several hours so that wasn't an issue.
So of course there's a cop there. Pulls me over. I get up out of the car --- happened to be wearing my stack heel go-out shoes (aka fuck me pumps), short mini & a halter top w/ a gold medallion hangin between the girls. So I get out and the cop comes walking up to me. He's about 5'7". I'm about 5'10" in the shoes. He's about boob level. Seems to like my gold medallion. Alot.
He just said don't do that again.
I had to fight so hard to not laugh in his face for staring the cleavage in his face until I got back into my car.
I kinda felt bad for the guy.
Otherwise, my interaction w/ the Boys in Blue has been pretty minimal.