So I get stopped driving 140 mph down the wrong way of a one way residential street. I get pulled over drunk with a beer can in one hand, a hypodermic needle in the other, an open whisky bottle next to a stolen gun and a bag of weed on the seat and a burned out license plate light.
What a bum he was!
The rotten bastard wrote me up for the burned out tail light.
I never seem to catch a break.
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Actually one time years ago I did get stopped speeding. I was really moving.
I had gotten off the boat and was headed home after a very late crew change and was a few miles short of my exit. I was overtired, grouchy and wanted to get home. I opened the throttle wide open and was moving. Fast!
Then I got lit up on and pulled over. I told the cop the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and was rewarded for my honesty with a ticket for failing to obey a posted sign, a no points cheap $25 fine.
I considered it a gift from heaven and went home laughing.
I always have wondered how many idiots would have been mad at the cop over it. Some people would complain if you hanged them with a new rope.
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