Oh Mrrzy, I get terribly flustered by policemen. They were stopping random motorists near us a few years ago. You had to pull in to a lay-by and answer some questions for their survey. The officer asked my age (cheeky thing!) then asked how long I'd been driving. (No idea) He asked where I'd been (cheeky again!) I just blurted out any old answer.
Then he asked where I lived and I told him the last village, not the present one. When he asked if I wore glasses I said, "No." (They were on my nose) Then he asked my car's registration number. I couldn't for the life of me remember it, so I told him just to look at the plate on the car. He gave me a very 'old-fashioned look' and waved me on.
He must have thought I was an escapee from an old folks' home. I'm probably on all their computers now...