Rushing to a bridge tournament, I was pulled over for going 43 in a 35 M.P.H. zone.
"What'll I tell my husband?" I worried, explaining to the police officer that he was a self-described "perfect" driver.
The cop took a second look at the name and address on my license.
"Did your husband go duck hunting this morning?"
"Yes," I said, baffled as to how he knew.
The officer finished with, "I stopped him for going 47." |