Sunday, January 8, 2012

Tailgating Drivers - Humor

The funny thing about the post below is that I had had a discussion like this with Kevin the other day.  He had sent me this joke and didn't realize he was paraphrasing it to me. 

We were walking through the shopping center parking lot with the dog on the way home and a little old lady pulls up beside me and asks where the gym was.   I told her it was around the corner and she thanked me and went on her way.  We caught up to her car as she was up behind this taxi who was being clueless and stuffed like "The Rat In The Belly Of The Boa" blocking traffic. 

Well the situation was basically played out like this joke below...

Tailgating Drivers

The light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.

      The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup.

      As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.

      He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and placed in a holding cell.

      After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.

      He said, ''I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you and cussing a blue streak at him.

      I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk, so naturally I assumed you had stolen the car.''

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