In another small-town tale, a police officer pulled over a driver racing down Main Street.
“But officer—” the man started to say.
“Quiet,” the officer barked. “You’re cooling off in a cell until the chief gets back.”
“But I just wanted to tell you—”
“No talking! Straight to jail!”
Hours later, the officer checked on him.
“Good news,” he said. “The chief is at his daughter’s wedding. He’ll be in a great mood when he returns.”
“Don’t bet on it,” the man replied. “I’m the groom.”
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