So I'm sitting in my white car, windows down, in the middle school parking lot, waiting for my daughter to get out of basketball practice. A mom in an SUV pulls up in the next space, windows down, and starts chatting on her cell phone.
Her son, maybe five or six years old, peeks up front and sees me and says, "What's up?"
I say, "What's up?"
He says, "You a cop?"
I say "No, I just fix computers."
The mom busts out laughing, I bust out laughing.