Don't Count On It!
A small-town police officer was sitting in his car on a Saturday morning when a motorist sped past him down Main Street. He quickly pulls the car over.
"Officer," the man began, "I can explain..."
"Quiet!" snapped the officer. "We don't tolerate reckless driving in this town! I'm going to let you cool your heels in jail until the chief gets back."
"But, officer, you don't under..."
"And I said to keep quiet!" he barked, reaching for his nightstick to convince the man he meant what he said. A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner and said, "Lucky for you that the chief's at his daughter's wedding. He'll be in a good mood when he gets back."
"Don't count on it," replied the fellow in the cell. "I'm the groom."
Originally published November 14, 2002.
