I got pulled over for speeding, and the officer walked up with his ticket book in hand.
I smiled and said, “Let me guess… you’re selling tickets to the Highway Patrol’s annual ball?”
He stared at me for a moment and replied, completely seriously,
“Highway Patrol officers don’t have balls.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
I slowly looked at him.
He looked at me.
Then he quietly closed his ticket book, turned around, and walked back to his patrol car.
I never found out whether I got a ticket…
But I’m pretty sure he needed a moment to reconsider his career.
