contacts

A highway patrolman flags down a car that's weaving from lane to lane.
"Licence and registration, please," the cop barks through the window.
The driver hands them over.
"Look," says the policeman, brandishing the papers. "It says here plain as day that you should be wearing glasses."
As he begins writing a ticket the driver blurts out, "But I have contacts!"
The cop replies, "I don't care who you know, you're still getting a ticket."