Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The YELLOW LIGHT

  The light turned yellow, just in
  front of him. He did the right thing,
  stopping at the crosswalk, even though
  he could have beaten the red light by
  accelerating through the
  intersection.
   
  The tailgating woman was furious
  and honked her horn, screaming in
  frustration, as she missed her chance
  to get   through the intersection, dropping
  her cell phone and  makeup.
 
  As she was still in mid-rant, she
  heard a tap on her window and
  looked up into the face of a very serious
  police officer. The officer ordered her
  to exit her car with her hands
  up.
 
  He took her to the police station
  where she was searched, fingerprinted,
  photographed, and placed in a holding
  cell.
 
  After a couple of hours, a
  policeman approached the cell and opened
  the door. She was escorted back to
  the booking desk where the arresting
  officer was waiting with her personal
  effects.
   
  He said, ''I'm very sorry for this
  mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your
  car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off
  the guy in front of you and cussing a blue streak at
  him. I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker,
  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.''
 
  Priceless.



 






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7 comments:

Stew said...

I love this one Justin. I was approaching a red light a few weeks back when someone with a Jesus fish cut in front of me from two lanes over. I thought then,"What would Jesus do?" I did nothing. Only to be flipped off as he drove away.
It seems that everyone is all about doing the right thing, unless they are driving. Then other people in cars just become obsticles in their way.

JustinO'Shea said...

Stew, you ever feel like reaching out and breaking the knuckle of that middle finger. . .cripple it ? hahahaaaa. . .I think such things...at time. ;-)

JCinmeforever said...

...sometimes the only thing that holds my halo is my horns! I start to slow on a stale green, press the brake on a yellow to stop in time. This infuriates the sniffing tailgater...to swerve around and make a total nut of themselves...they run the light, not me. ...not funny when you check this out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=-qvXbIenivk
Scary? yup...
Drive safe Dunes buds!

Anonymous said...

Ah, road rage.
I deal with it by laughing and waving nicely at the other angry person.
That REALLY pisses them off...and I laugh even harder....cos I have 'won'.
Priceless.

Cheers,
Greg in Adelaide

JustinO'Shea said...

Where Oh where is my tricycle!!!!

hahahaaaaa

These are horrible scenes. . .WoW

JustinO'Shea said...

Greg. . . .hahaa. . I can imagine you. . . .

Other morning driving to campus I slowed down a bit to allow a driver time to pull out of his driveway and join the traffic. . . .The driver behind me was not pleased at all. ho ho ho

When we stopped for the light. . this driver was next lane to me. . this old winkled up, heavily lined face mouthed the F-word at me. I replied quickly. . tracing a cross-sign blessing at him. . .it was priceless. . .his mouth fell open. . .toothless hag! hahahhaaa

The ones who scare me are those right behind me, smelling-sniffin my tailpipe. . .pervs!- - the women putting on make-up. . or the guy reading the morning paper on the steering wheel.

Angels preserve us from wayward drivers.

justin

Gary Kelly said...

A bloke I know was driving a heavy truck in Sydney when a young dude cut in front of him and braked suddenly. A mile or two further on he did it again. He was hoping the truck would rear-end him so he could collect the insurance. But the bloke driving the truck was wise to the young dude's plan. When it happened a third time at a set of lights, the truck driver got out, reached in through the car's window, pulled the young bloke through the window and broke his nose.

A few hours later, the truck driver got a visit at home from the cops. He said he had nothing to say unless it was off the record. So the cop put his book away and listened to the driver's story. And that was the end of the matter. The driver never heard anything more about it.