It's late at night.
It's raining hard and not looking like it will stop soon.
The squad car is warm and comfortable.
Two police officers see an elderly woman staggering down the street.
They stop, and can quickly tell that she has had far too much to drink.
Rather than taking her to jail they decide to just give her a lift home.
With some difficulty they load her into the car and one of the officers gets in the back with the her.
They drive through the streets and keep asking the woman where she lives.
Every time she just reached across, stroked the officers arm and said "Your Passionate".
They keep trying but receive the same response. "Your Passionate".
The officers were getting a little upset, they have to get back to work, and realise they may have to take her back to the station to sleep it off after all.
They stopped the car and try to reason with the woman, "Look we have driven around for two hours and you still haven't told us where you live".
She looked them in the eye. I keep trying to tell you: "Your Passin It!"
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