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Abie, a somewhat shy and retiring sage who lives a bit southwest,
sent me this one about a state trooper...

In 11 Minutes...

A State Trooper was patrolling late at night off the main highway.
At nearly midnight, he sees a couple in a car, in lovers' lane, with
the interior light brightly glowing.

Carefully approaching the car to get a closer look, he then 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 by this surprising situation, The trooper walks to the car
and gently raps on the driver's window.

The young man lowers his window. "Uh, yes, Officer?"

The young man says: "Well, Officer, I'm reading a magazine."

Pointing towards the young woman in the back seat the trooper
says: "And, her, what is she doing?"

The young man shrugs: "Sir, I believe she's filing her fingernails."

Now, the trooper is totally confused. A young couple, alone, in a
car, at night in a lovers' lane and nothing obscene/nearly obscene
is happening!

The trooper asks: "What's your age, young man?"

The young man says: "I'm 22, sir."

The trooper asks: "And her, in the rear seat, what's her age?"

The young man looks at his watch and replies: "She'll be 18 in 11 minutes."
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