He took off down the road, flooring it up to 80 mph and he enjoyed the wind blowing through what little hair he had left on his head. “This is great,” he thought, and floored it some more. He looked in his rear view mirror and there was a marked police car behind him, blue lights flashing and siren blasting. “I can get away from him with no problem,” thought the man, and he floored it some more and flew down the road at over 120-mph. Then he thought, “What am I doing? I’m too old for this kind of thing,” and pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the Police to catch up with him.
The Police pulled in behind the Mercedes and walked up to the man. “Sir,” he said looking at his watch, “My shift ends in 30 minutes and today is Friday the 13th. If you can give me a reason why you were speeding, that I’ve never heard before, I’ll let you go.” The man looked back at the officer and said, “Last week my wife ran off with a police man, and I thought you were bringing her back.”
The police man said, “Have a nice day.”