At a music festival with my ex they were scanning the licenses of the instate people.

Me: Wow, you are actually scanning licenses? What are they hoping to find some people with warrants?

Cop: Oh yeah, we can get everything from this. Address phone number, you name it.

Me ( to my ex as we walk past the cop): Did that dude say he was trying to get your phone number?

Cop: Uuuuh, aaaah, nah man.

He was so embarrassed, it was great. Couple people in line laughed.
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral