Driving by a random state police barracks in New Paltz, NY, my sister, who is driving, is applying fresh lip gloss.
ME: What are you doing?
SHE: Putting on lip gloss.
ME: While you're driving?
SHE: I still have one hand on the wheel.
ME: But ... we're passing the police station!
SHE: I know. I want to look good for my mug shot.
Folks, this is why I love traveling with my sister. She is wise beyond her her years.