There are some careers I know I could never do—and being a police officer is one of them. Pulling over total strangers in cars with tinted windows in the middle of nowhere, in the blackness of night ... just the thought of it makes me wince in fear. The sight of blue lights twirling in my rear view mirror sends me into a silent panic and I don't exhale until the cop car whizzes by me. Let's not talk about the guns.

So when I thanked a random cop the other day for his service, I was a bit surprised at what he said. He asked me if I was flirting with him! I said no, and I pointed to my husband who was only a few feet from ear shot. The cop was in uniform—and yes he was quite handsome—so I didn't know whether to laugh, be offended, or ashamed.

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