Coming back early hours down country lanes after my first job, feeling a little overwhelm and trying to find my way home cause the gps was lost on the sat navigation . to my horror I looked up to see flashing cop car lights pulling me over.  :O. I can't tell you how sick I left, I knew the first question would be where are you going and where have you come from!  What made the situation worst was the guy lived in a bloody caravan on an industrial estate  . calmly I opened the windows must say I very young dishy copper stood there. A caravan had been broken into a few miles down the road and as I was driving early hours off the same lane they stopped me to ask if I'd seen anything. Course the question of where I was coming from lol I told them I'd been too see a friend, "what's the friends name and where did they live" I told them I didn't know his name cause we meet of a dating site and he lived in a carvan,  he did give me a funny look after my surname went back to cop car guess to check if I owned the car then said I could be on my way . what's the odds on that! !!!