Sara: As I step out of my patrol car, I can already sense the attitude radiating from the sleek, silver sports car pulled over on the side of the highway. The driver, a young woman with sun-kissed hair and a pouty lip gloss smile, glares at me through the tinted window. "License and registration," I request, keeping my tone firm and even.

She rolls her eyes and reluctantly reaches into her designer handbag, tossing the requested documents onto my open palm. As I scan them, I notice her name: Loglone. Spoiled rich girl with a silver spoon in her mouth, judging by her name alone. I make a mental note of the details on her license before returning to my patrol car.

Upon re-entering, I flip open my ticket book and begin scribbling the pertinent information. As I finish writing, I step back outside, ready to inform Loglone of her fate. However, as she leans across the driver's seat and gazes at me with big, innocent eyes, I find myself questioning my actions. She's not just another traffic offender; she's a product of her upbringing, and perhaps her youth is a sign of a deeper issue. I sigh and take a deep breath, deciding to give her one last chance. "Let me ask you something, Loglone. Have you ever stopped to think about why you drive the way you do? What's making you feel like you're above the law?"

Her eyes narrow, and she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "What's it to you? You can't control how fast I drive; that's not your problem."

I shake my head, trying to reason with her. "Exactly, it isn't my problem, but it is your problem. Think about the message you're sending to the world by consistently breaking the law. It's not about me or this ticket; it's about you and the choices you make."

She sighs dramatically, letting her gaze drift to the side. "Fine, whatever. Can I just go now? I don't have all day to stand around and talk."

"Loglone," I say firmly, stepping closer to her window, "You need to take responsibility for your actions. The law is in place for a reason. If you continue to drive like this, you're putting yourself and others at risk. I'm not asking you to be perfect; I'm asking you to be smart. Make better choices, and maybe next time we'll have a different conversation."

She looks up at me, her expression softening slightly. "Whatever. I'll think about it. Can I go now?"

I nod. "Yes, you may go. Be safe, Loglone, and don't forget what we discussed today. We may meet again." I step back, allowing her to exit the vehicle, and watch as she drives off. I make a mental note to keep an eye out for her in the future. Maybe she needs a little guidance, not a ticket.