I flirt shamelessly with them when stopped for speeding. As soon as I roll down the window, I smile at the officer as if he's the only person I want to see at the moment. Then I start a conversation with them. Usually the weather and how brave they are to be in this business...and so on and so forth. I hardly get tickets. Because by the time I'm done with my chit chat, they forget why they stopped me to begin with.