In 1987-88 my mom gets pulled over in Comfort, TX doing well north of 1 mile over the speed limit, which if you know small towns and such. Law dog comes up and asks for her license and insurance, while me and my dad are snickering/grinning. We are happy/smiling because my mom drives like a bat out of hell and always says she won't get a ticket and she knows how to drive to avoid the speed traps.
My mom looks at him and smiles and say, "Sure, just let me get my purse."
Law Dog: Ma'am, ok.
Mom: Jerry, hand me my purse. (Dad hands her a large leather purse) Well, it should be... I know I had it with my cigarettes the other day. Here, hold this... Ok... well, it must be with the bills...
Law Dog: Ma'am, can you just...
Mom: Wait a minute, please I have it right here, I just need to find.... it....I know I had it... I apologize but I have a large purse, I just need to go through it...and find...
Law Dog: Ok. Ma'am? Miss I just... Ok, I'll wait...
2 minutes later while Mom is still digging in her purse and pulling it all out...
Law Dog: Ma'am, it's ok, Just, this is a small town with older people and you just need to slow down and be more careful.
Mom: I'm so sorry I just can't find the license but I know it's here. I will and sorry for getting you out in this heat. My God, it's just so hot.
Law Dog walks back to his car and my Mom slowly gets back on the road. We stop at a stop light after driving 50 yards, then pulls out her license and in her best southern accent and devil's horns says, "Oh! Here's is that pesky license, Jerry. It must have been hiding from me."
TL:DR - Mom got pulled over and dug around in her purse until the cop got tired of waiting on her license. She's a baller.