A single woman is pulled over on a highway by a police officer.

The stoic and no-nonsense police officer arrives at her door.

“License and Registration Ma’am,” he demands.

As she gathers the information requested, the woman asks, “Officer, was I speeding?”

“No,” the officer responds.

“Are my tags expired?”

“No,” the officer responds.

“Then why did you pull me over?”

The officer responds, “Sitting on this lonely highway can get awfully depressing at times. You seemed like a nice enough person to talk to.”