Wednesday noon

Well, it's a little past noon, so who's counting?

It's a slow news day, so I thought I'd tell you a story about a young cop, a year out of the academy, who stoppped a good looking gal on a country road.

The rookie got out of his cruiser and approached the vehicle. He had clocked the speeder at 65 in a 50, and when he got to the side of the vehicle, she rolled her window down. It was a hot, Louisiana summer day, the sun was relentless and the heat mirage danced off the tarmac. The lady, only a year or so older than the officer, was wearing Daisy Duke shorts and a halter top. The young officer looked at the license, registration, and proof of insurance. He called in to run the drivers license and learned that she had only recently gotten her license out of suspension. Her daddy was a prominent attorney in the little town, and the officer knew that the ticket would certainly be fixed. Probably before the sun set.

He sat in his cruiser, air conditioning set on "gut", and wrote the ticket, then walked back to the waiting woman. He handed her license and paperwork back, then told her where she could pay the ticket.

"But Officer," she smiled sweetly, "I didn't think that y'all wrote tickets to good looking women."

"That's right, ma'am. We don't." he smiled warmly under his sunglasses. "If you'll sign it on the bottom you can be on your way."