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Originally posted by hrdwareguy
I got pulled over once...the cop was being a jerk to me and I knew there was no way I was getting out of the ticket. He says, I clocked you doin 89 in a 75, what kind of speeds have you been going?.
My reply was, "Well, you clocked me at 89 and the speedometer only goes to 85."
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hahahahha, thats pretty funny. When I got my ticket i was going 70-55. He asked for my license and registration.. Oh that was fun. It was 1 AM in the middle of nowhere, so he had to shine his flashlight in the truck. Well I keep my registration in my Glove compartment.... coincidentally I also had 10 Drained D-CELL Batteries in there too. So i open it with the cop staring in my window, as some batteries fly outta the compartment as the flashlight abrubtly switches to them, examining them expecting bullet or drugs. Yeah, that was fun, Try reaching into the compartment know the cop has one hand on his flashlight, and the other you KNOW is on his gun, as your reach for the registration.... ugh.