He buys the newest, fastest, red Corvette convertible on the lot. He speeds off the lot, and zips down the street, and onto the highway, where
he sees a sign that says: SPEED LIMIT 55. The old man has always followed the speed limit, but decided to have some fun on this nice summer day. He speeds up to 60, 65, 70 with the wind running through what’s left of his hair, with the sun shining on his face. I haven’t felt this good years, he thought.
In his moment of nostalgia, he didn’t see the New York State Trooper hiding on the side of the highway. The cop zips out after him, lights and siren flashing and blaring.
Let’s have some fun he thinks. Instead of pulling over, he hits the gas 75, 80, 85, 90, 100. He could have easily evaded the officer, but after a few minutes, decided he had enough fun, so he slowed his vehicle and pulled to the side of the road. The New York State Trooper eventually catches up with him, and comes to a stop behind the old man.
The trooper gets out of the car, and slowly walks up to the old man’s vehicle. “Sir, I’ll be honest with you.” the officer says, “I have every authority to arrest you,
impound your vehicle, and take you down to the station… but it’s currently 4:57 p.m, and my shift ends in 3 minutes. If I arrest you, I won’t get home until at least
9:00 p.m, so if you can give a good reason as to why you were going so fast, and evading me, I let you go.” The old man sits there for a minute, furrows his brow, and replies, “20 years ago, my wife left me for a New York State Trooper, I thought you were him bringing her back to me.” “Have a nice day sir.”