A senior citizen bought a brand new Mercedes convertible. He took off down the road, flooring it to 80 mph and enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left on his head.
“This is great,” he thought as he roared on down the interstate. He pushed the pedal to the metal even more. Then he looked in his rear view mirror and saw a state trooper behind him, blue lights flashing and siren blaring and he tromped on it some more, and flew down the road at over 100 mph. Then 110, 120mph. Then he thought, “What am I doing? I’m too old for this kind of thing.”
He pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the trooper to catch up with him.
The trooper pulled in behind the Mercedes, and walked up to the man. “Sir,” he said, looking at his watch. “My shift ends in 30 minutes and today is Friday. If you can give me any reason why you were speeding, that I’ve never heard before, I’ll let you go.”
The man looked at the trooper and said, “Years ago my wife ran off with a State Trooper, and I thought you were bringing her back.”
The trooper replied, “Sir, have a nice day.”
via email from Bob Rosen, Fri, 3 Jun 2005 22:54:35 -0700