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A woman pulls up to a red light behind one other car. She notices the
driver of the car in front of her is talking on his cell phone and appears
to be shuffling through some papers on the seat beside him.
The light turns green, but the man doesn't notice. The woman waits, but
the man still doesn't notice the light change. The woman begins pounding
on her steering wheel and yelling at the man to move. The man doesn't move.
The woman is going ballistic inside her car, ranting and raving at the
man, pounding on her steering wheel and dash. The light turns yellow. The
woman begins to blow the car horn and scream curses at the man.
The man hearing the commotion, looks up, sees the yellow light and
accelerates through the intersection just as the light turns red. The
woman is beside herself, screaming in frustration as she misses her
chance to get through the intersection.
As she is still in mid-rant she hears a tap on her window and looks up
into the barrel of a gun held by a very serious looking policeman. The
policeman tells her to shut off her car while keeping both hands in sight.
She complies, speechless at what is happening.
After she shuts off the engine the policeman orders her to exit her car
with her hands up. She gets out of the car and he orders her to turn and
place her hands on her car. She turns, places her hands on the car roof
and quickly is cuffed and hustled into the patrol car. She is too bewildered
by the chain of events to ask any questions. She is driven to the police
station where she is fingerprinted, then she is photographed, searched,
booked and placed in a cell.
After a couple of hours a policeman approaches the cell and opens the
door for her. She is escorted back to the booking desk where the original
officer is waiting with her personal effects.
He hands her the bag containing her things, and says, "I'm really very
sorry for this mistake. But you see, I pulled up behind your car while you
were blowing your horn, pounding on your dash, and cussing a blue streak
at the car in front of you. Then I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate
holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper sticker, and the chrome
plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk.
So naturally I assumed you had stolen the car."
driver of the car in front of her is talking on his cell phone and appears
to be shuffling through some papers on the seat beside him.
The light turns green, but the man doesn't notice. The woman waits, but
the man still doesn't notice the light change. The woman begins pounding
on her steering wheel and yelling at the man to move. The man doesn't move.
The woman is going ballistic inside her car, ranting and raving at the
man, pounding on her steering wheel and dash. The light turns yellow. The
woman begins to blow the car horn and scream curses at the man.
The man hearing the commotion, looks up, sees the yellow light and
accelerates through the intersection just as the light turns red. The
woman is beside herself, screaming in frustration as she misses her
chance to get through the intersection.
As she is still in mid-rant she hears a tap on her window and looks up
into the barrel of a gun held by a very serious looking policeman. The
policeman tells her to shut off her car while keeping both hands in sight.
She complies, speechless at what is happening.
After she shuts off the engine the policeman orders her to exit her car
with her hands up. She gets out of the car and he orders her to turn and
place her hands on her car. She turns, places her hands on the car roof
and quickly is cuffed and hustled into the patrol car. She is too bewildered
by the chain of events to ask any questions. She is driven to the police
station where she is fingerprinted, then she is photographed, searched,
booked and placed in a cell.
After a couple of hours a policeman approaches the cell and opens the
door for her. She is escorted back to the booking desk where the original
officer is waiting with her personal effects.
He hands her the bag containing her things, and says, "I'm really very
sorry for this mistake. But you see, I pulled up behind your car while you
were blowing your horn, pounding on your dash, and cussing a blue streak
at the car in front of you. Then I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate
holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper sticker, and the chrome
plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk.
So naturally I assumed you had stolen the car."
