Prove It (314 hits)
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Submitted by Beau <Party03> (View user info) at 2004-03-26 16:12:31 EST
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"Prove it." This phrase is the result of people insisting on not trusting one another. Too many people are dishonest and now we don't trust each other. This is a story about that distrust.
Two hours away from where I lived there was a great concert. I drove from home and arrived halfway into the second band performing. Through out the concert I drank about 25 bottles of water. It was a blast.
Halfway through the drive home, it hit me that I had to pee. At that time I was sure that I could hold it an extra hour. Holding it for an hour would be simple. 45 minutes later I was four miles out of my home town, it was 12:45 at night and I was in serious pain. I had just left the interstate that I had driven on most of the way. It was a country backroad.
I was hauling ass down this country backroad. Counting down the miles in my head, when I saw the flashing lights behind me.
I pulled over and got my lisence, registration, and proof of insurance ready. As the police officer approached the car I handed him my information.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked me.
"Because I was speeding." I answered through grit teeth.
"Do you know how fast you were going?" He continued.
"Uhhm...65," I guessed.
"Try higher," he said.
"70?"
"Higher."
"75?"
"I clocked you at 74, but since you just admitted to going 75 I could give you a ticket for going 20 over the speed limit." He informed me. Then he asked, "Why were you going so fast?"
Too flustered to think of a good excuse I told him the truth, "Well officer, because I really have to pee."
I thought he might like the fact that I told him the truth, but he just looked at me as though he would stare his version of the truth out of me. Finally he went to his car to do whatever it is that cops do when they take your information to their car. He took so long that I ended up wetting myself.
Needless to say, I was really pissed off. When he came back I asked him what the hell took him so long.
"Do you know how many times I hear that excuse from little punks like you?" He asked me. "I just don't believe you have to pee bad enough to justify going 20 mph over the speed limit."
I turned on the dome light to show him my pants and yelled "Does this prove it to you?"
"Oh...uhhm...I'm sorry. Here's your ticket and have a nice night."
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