A police officer was patrolling late at night in a notorious local lover’s lane, a spot famous throughout the county for all sorts of wild, scandalous, and obscene late-night activities.
As he cruised past the tree line, he spotted a solitary car parked in the shadows with its interior dome light brightly glowing. Sensing an easy bust, the cop turned off his headlights, carefully crept up to the vehicle on foot, and peered through the glass to see what kind of mischief was underway.
To his absolute astonishment, the scene inside was completely wholesome. He saw a young man sitting behind the steering wheel, completely absorbed in a computer magazine. Meanwhile, in the back seat, a young woman sat quietly, peacefully knitting a winter garment.
Thoroughly puzzled by this bizarrely innocent situation, the officer walked up and tapped firmly on the driver’s side window.
The young man calmly rolled down the glass. “Uh, yes, officer? Is there a problem?”
The cop leaned in, frowning. “What exactly do you think you’re doing out here?”
The young man gestured to the pages in his hand. “Well, Officer, as you can see, I’m just reading up on some tech articles.”
The cop pointed a suspicious thumb toward the rear of the vehicle. “And her? What on earth is she doing back there?”
The young man shrugged casually. “Sir, I believe she’s currently working on a pullover sweater.”
By now, the cop was totally losing his mind. A young, attractive couple alone in a secluded car at a famous passion pit at midnight—and absolutely nothing illegal or obscene was happening! He decided to dig a little deeper to figure out the catch.
“Alright, let me see some ID,” the cop demanded. “What’s your age, young man?”
“I’m 22, sir,” the driver replied politely.
The cop nodded, pulled out his notepad, and glared into the back seat. “And what about her? How old is she?”
The young man calmly raised his wrist, checked his watch, and replied:
“Well, Officer… she’ll be 18 in exactly 11 minutes.”
