The other night I got pulled over. I couldn’t figure out why until the officer came up to my car. He asked me why I thought he pulled me over. I said, in my most pitiful and scared voice, that maybe because the light had changed. He said that I had gone through a yellow light. Yes, yellow. I hadn’t broken the law, but he wanted to give me a warning anyway. I drive a distinctive car that most people have never seen. From the way he was looking at the dashboard and other components I think he was just curious what the car looked like. He asked for my license and insurance and didn’t even look at them long enough to register anything. He was very transparent in his motives. I should have gotten his badge or car number or something. Oh well, at least I had a good laugh about it.