Henriette was ripping down a country road in her convertible, enjoying the spring weather when she saw blue lights in the rear view mirror.
"Damn!" She pulled over to the berm.
A poker-faced, straight-arrow patrolman strode up to her window. "Do know why I stopped you?"
She thought quickly. "I thought maybe you were going to try to sell me tickets to the state patrolmen's ball."
"State patrolmen don't have balls." Realizing what he said, the cop's face turned 3 shades of red. Tipping his hat, he said, "Have a nice day," got back on his motorcycle and roared off.
"Damn!" She pulled over to the berm.
A poker-faced, straight-arrow patrolman strode up to her window. "Do know why I stopped you?"
She thought quickly. "I thought maybe you were going to try to sell me tickets to the state patrolmen's ball."
"State patrolmen don't have balls." Realizing what he said, the cop's face turned 3 shades of red. Tipping his hat, he said, "Have a nice day," got back on his motorcycle and roared off.
