on the wrong side of the law?

Yes. this is one of those things which will happen to me at 5 am
on a Monday morning.

Picture it.
Me, en-route to the airport to fetch my mother. I'd woken
up only half hour earlier, so I look like hell.

Suddenly I see the flash of blue lights behind my car. I pull over.
A guy that I can only accurately guess at around 12 years of age
says: 'License, registrrrration.'

I frantically start shaking out all the plastic cards in my wallet.
Then he makes me follow him to a quieter part of the road. Read:
deserted. His police buddy now stumbles out of the car. He has
clearly just woken up.

I finally locate the damn licence with the bad picture and hand it
over. Then the questions start. Where you going? Where you live?
Where you work? You have businesscard? As I dutifully hand over
my business card, the next question makes me see the light.

'You marrrried?'
Ah. I see. I am being hit on by a friggin' 12-year old policeman
at 5 o'clock in the morning.

Then the ridiculous 'Why your car dirty?' Er, that would perhaps
be because we live in the bloody desert with at least one sandstorm
a day during the summer.

'I call you tomorrrrow, I wash your car.'
Me thinking: WHAT THE HELL?

At this point, I'm seriously starting to lose my patience with the law.
My mother's flight has now already landed. He finally hands me back
my license and registration, but not my business card.

Subsequently, the juvenile policeman has now been phoning me
every day since Monday. I have yet to pick up the call. I mean what do
I say: 'If you call me again, I'm phoning the police?'