A man was being tailgated by a stressed-out woman on a busy boulevard.
Suddenly 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 in the process.
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, the 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.
Thanks to Jean Cobb for sharing this wonderful joke which she passed on to me since it fit so well with Sunday's sermon!
4 comments:
It's a good thing I don't have any such bumper stickers on my car! Sometimes I feel like I bring shame on Auburn though....
I love you Craig--but I do sometimes wonder that myself ;-D Luckily for you the other driver's don't hear your commentary!
My Trinity magnet is one of the only things that stops me from being that lady some days.
And I love this joke! I tried to tell it to our youth group last week and completely butchered it. :)
One of the great things about thosse magnets!! Kept me honest too!
As for jokes, I love them but I don't tell them because I always butcher them.
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