As my husband, the county highway commissioner, was driving to the hospital for treatment of his painful leg, he decided to use the valet parking service so he wouldn’t have to walk far. Staring at his official-looking vehicle, one of the valets asked my husband if he was driving a government car. "Why, yes," my husband replied, surprised by the question. "In fact it’s an unmarked police car."
"Wow!" the young man said, sliding behind the wheel. "This will be the first time I’ve been in the front seat."