It's kinda hot in this car

"Excuse me, officer, do you think you could roll down the window? My nubile midwestern body can't take this humidity."

The NYPD officer slyly clicks his meter a few times to run the price up.

"Hmph"

"Hey, I saw you drive up the price! You think you can pull that on me?"

The cop goes on some boring ass diatribe about how life as a cop isn't all it's cracked up to be. Turns out, having all that qualified immunity makes you feel neither qualified for your job nor immune to the stress that comes with hating your wife.

You shift in your seat from boredom, which exposes the plump, prized rat which you so impressively wrangled nestled in your lap.

"GAHOOGA! Look at that beauty." The cop makes eyes with the rat. "Say, what's your name anyhow, sweetheart?" The cop catches your concerned gaze. "Hey, minds givin' us a bit a space heres?"

The door clicks, releasing you at the foot of the Empire State Building. However, you are without rat. You have failed.