Joke stolen from: Joann

On a long drive back from Arizona, I thought I was traveling at a reasonable speed; the flashing blue lights in my rearview mirror made me realize that I'd been over the limit. I pulled the car to the side of the road. I handed the officer my license and made small talk while my wife dug through the glove compartment for the registration. "I'm usually very careful about my speed," I told him. Then my wife handed me the paperwork. I passed it to the officer, without checking it myself. It was not the right thing to do. The man studied it and then gave it back. "Sir," he said gruffly, "this is NOT your registration. It is a WARNING ticket you received for speeding in Southern California."