A recently single woman decided to celebrate her freedom by buying a flashy new Corvette. The second she cleared the dealership lot, she hit the highway and decided to see what the beast could do.
She flew past the 70 mph speed limit, watching the speedometer climb. 75… 80… 90…
Suddenly, a blare of sirens and a swirl of red and blue lights filled her rearview mirror. Out of pure adrenaline (and a bit of post-divorce rebellion), she thought, “I can outrun him.” She floored it, pushing the Corvette well past 120 mph.
But the trooper hung right on her bumper.
Reality finally crashed in. Realizing how incredibly stupid she was being, she panicked, slowed down, and pulled over. The cop parked behind her, stepped out, and stormed up to her window, looking absolutely furious.
Trembling and in tears, the woman apologized profusely, begging for mercy and explaining it was a momentary lapse of sanity in a brand-new car.
The cop looked at his watch. It was five minutes until the end of his shift, and he really didn’t want the paperwork.
“Look,” the officer sighed. “If you can give me an excuse I haven’t heard before—something that actually makes me laugh—I’ll let you off with a warning.”
The woman thought fast, wiped her tears, and said, “Well, officer… last week, my husband ran off with a cop.”
The trooper raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“And when I saw your lights,” she whimpered, “I thought you were bringing him back!”
