A week before we married, my fiance drove up to the park to make whoopie. We parked in a secluded spot, and did so.
Afterwards, we were hugging and kissing (mind you, this is in the front seat of a Subaru), and I saw out the back hatch window that a cop car had stopped, was shining a light on us.
I rolled over, back into the drivers seat, and furiously tried to put my sweat pants back on, but somehow got both legs into one leg of the pants. The officer was at my window, knocking, and asking me to open the window.
I rolled down the window and, honest to God, the only thing I could think to say was “How fast was I going officer?”
The policeman just looked at me, and told me he would be back in 5 minutes, and I shouldn’t be here.
I wasn’t.
Okay, it wasn’t come too late. It was right on time, but I love that story.