Two cars were waiting at a stop light. The light turned green, but
the man in the front car didn't notice. The woman in the car behind
him starts pounding on her steering wheel and yelling for the man to
move. The man doesn't move, and the woman goes ballistic inside her
car....ranting and raving, pounding on her steering wheel and dash.
The light then turns yellow, and the woman blows her horn longer,
gesturing with one finger and screaming curses at the man. The man,
upon hearing the commotion, looks up....sees the yellow light....and
accelerates through the intersection as the light turns red.
By now the woman is beside herself, screaming in frustration having
missed her chance to pass through the intersection. As she is in
mid-rant, she hears a tap on her window and turns to look into the
barrel of a gun held by a very serious looking policeman. He tells
her to shut off her car while keeping both hands in sight. She
complies, speechless at what is happening.
After shutting the engine, the policeman orders her to exit the car
with her hands up. She gets out, and at his orders, turns and places
her hands on her car roof, upon which the officer quickly hand-cuffs
and hustles her into the patrol car.
Too bewildered by this chain of events to ask any questions, she is
driven to the police stations where she is fingerprinted, searched,
booked and placed in a cell. After a few hours, a policeman
approaches the cell and opens the door for her. He escorts her back
to the booking desk where the original officer is waiting with her
personal belongings. After returning them to her he says,
"I'm really sorry for this mistake, but you see, I pulled up behind
your car as you were blowing your horn, gesturing with your finger and
cussing a blue streak at the car in front of you. And when I noticed
the "What Would Jesus Do" and "Follow Me to Sunday School" bumper
stickers, the "Choose Life" license plate holder and the chrome-plated
Christian fish emblem on the trunk, I naturally assumed you'd stolen
the car.
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