It was late, the streets were deserted and I walked as fast as I could. And then, out of the blue really, these Women were all over me. Two minutes later I sat on the pavement with my hands cuffed behind my back. Three Female Cops looked down on me and I must say their shiny uniforms caused an all rise event between my legs. Now, I’m rather pathetic when it comes down to uniforms. Putting on a nurse uniform doesn’t make you a nurse, they say. But somehow I fail to see that. Santa Claus has that same effect on me. I know it’s Fred, the guy living at 67-C, but with his suit and beard he really is Santa Claus. So to me these Girls were real cops and they could arrest, interrogate or imprison me. In this case they fined me for speeding. Which was ridiculous, because I was on foot! But I was way too intimidated to go into that. So they dragged me to a cash-machine, took my wallet and my card out and ordered me to give them the pin code. I obeyed without hesitation and ended up paying $500 for race-walking. Don’t let it happen again they said and disappeared into the night.