I've had cops who were younger than my hunting boots ask me where I was going. Why the hell should I tell them where I'm going? Once, when I was taking my cousin home, some young highway nazi asked me how we knew each other. I told him it was none of his business and to give me the ticket so I could get on down the road. Later, I thought of a better answer. My cousin and I later decided that I missed a golden opportunity. I should have told the freckle faced hitler youth that we were gay lovers heading to an orgie. Why can't I think of the snappy answers when I need them?
