Late-night law-bending

I dare say it's been a long time since I've been as satisfied with myself as I am now. There's nothing quite like jogging my normal daytime route in nothing but running shoes and a pair of panties in the middle of the night.

That is, except for jogging my normal daytime route in nothing but running shoes and a pair of panties and having a cop pull me over to ask if I "thought that was appropriate to be doing." He then so graciously wished me luck in "not getting any complaints" and went on his way to foil even more nefarious plots than my apparent covert degrading of community decency standards.

I didn't know the fashion police had such a large budget!