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Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down:

73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a

guy get caught so often?



When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled

over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential

traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his

backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, the big

pad in hand. Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his

trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket.

A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who

happened to be a little eager to get home after a

long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with
tomorrow.



Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every

Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.


"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."



"Hello, Jack." No smile.



"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."


"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.



"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid

I bent the rules a bit , just this once." Jack toed at a pebble

on the pavement "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean"


"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a

reputation in our precinct." Ouch. This was not going in the right

direction. Time to change tactics.



"What did you clock me at,"



"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"



"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw

you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with

every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car"


Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the

still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the

dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked
by.



Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a

driver's license?



Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before

Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his

head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack

rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob

to pass him the slip.



"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.



Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his

retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How

much was this one going to cost? Wait a minute. What was this?

Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:



"Dear Jack,



Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed

by a car. You guessed it a speeding driver. A fine and three

months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters

All three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to

wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A

thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I

thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now.

Pray for me.

And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left"



"Bob"



Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull

away and head down the road. Jack watched until it

disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove

slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife

and kids when he arrived.

i guess he didnt speed much after that :/

What about that one awesome one? i think yr dad told it to me, reinth.

There's a cop sitting in his favorite spot for checking speeds. It has been a few hours, and he has let a lot of people go by, because he is really waiting for the big one. Not just for the money, but for the fun of it as well. Just then, some punk 18 year old who thinks he knows everything comes flying by, going atleast 50 over the speed limit. The cop flips on his sirens and begins pursuit. When the kid finally pulls over, the cop takes his sweet time walking over.

"I've been waiting for someone like you all day." he said, with a certain amount of arrogance.

The boy's response: "Well, I came as fast as I could!"

and here's another story. Reinth's brother was once caught doing 108 in a 35 (in the car that I now own). He was on his way to some vacation spot in the mountains, and was caught in some little town that he passed through. After his vacation he drove back through that town where they had scheduled the court date for him. After all was said and done, it was pleaded down to "Driving with a Broken Tail Light", which is like, an 80 dollar fine.

Thats pretty serious.

correction. it is seriously hilarious.