The Old Blog in the Desert

A Nevada State Highway Patrol Trooper is making his regular late-night patrol when jus’ before midnight, he spots a lone car parked in an out of the way ‘Lovers Lane.’ Believing he’ll catch the occupants in the throes of passion, he decides to investigate.

As he carefully approaches the car to get a closer look, he sees a young man behind the wheel, reading a computer magazine. He immediately notices a young woman in the rear seat, filing her fingernails.

Puzzled, the trooper walks up and gently raps on the driver’s window, and flicks on his flashlight. The young man lowers his window. “Uh, yes, officer.”

Shining the light in the young man’s face, the trooper asks: “What are you doing?”

The young man says, ‘Well, Officer, I’m reading a magazine.”

Pointing the beam towards the young woman in the back seat, the trooper asks, “And her, what’s she doing?”

The young man glances in his rear-view mirror, “She’s filing her fingernails, sir.”

Now, the trooper is totally confused. A young couple, alone, in a car, in separate parts of the vehicle, at night in a lover’s lane, and nothing’s happening?

The trooper asks, “What’s your age?”

The young man says, “I’m 22, sir.”

The trooper asks the young woman, pointing the flashlight at her again, “And what’s your age?”

She looks at her cellphone then up at the trooper, answering, “I’ll be 18 in less than 10 minutes, officer.”