Yesterday, I was caught on interstate 595 speeding. When the police car stopped, the doors flew open and out came a midget dressed in his “blues.” As he approached me, his hands were on both hips and he was staring me down with every step.
Then he said,
“I guess you know that I am not happy!”
I replied: “Well, then which one are you?” ”
—marvin purser, hollywood, Florida