A cop was patrolling late at night. In a well-known make-out spot he saw a couple in a car.
The cop carefully approached to get a better look. He saw a young man in the back seat with a young woman. The man was reading a magazine. The woman was sitting next to him, knitting.
Puzzled, the cop gently rapped on the window. The young man lowered it.
“What are you two doing?” the cop asked.
“Well, officer, I’m reading a magazine.”
Pointing toward the young woman, the cop asked, “And what is she doing?”
The young man glanced over. “Knitting a sweater.”
The cop stepped back, confused, and scratched his head.
“How old are you?” he finally asked.
“I’m 22, sir.”
“And how old is she?”
The young man looked at his watch. “She’ll be 18 in . . . 11 minutes.”