An elderly man drives his brand-new Corvette convertible straight out of the dealership. He accelerates down the road, hitting 80 mph, enjoying the wind in his few remaining gray hairs.
Great, he thinks as he speeds down I-94, pressing harder on the accelerator.
Looking in the rearview mirror, he sees a police car behind him, lights flashing and siren blaring. He pushes the car up to 100 mph, then 110, then 120. Suddenly he realizes: What am I doing? I’m too old for this. So he pulls over, waiting for the trooper to arrive.
The trooper pulls up behind him, gets out of the car, looks at his watch, and says,
“Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes. Today is Friday. If you can give me a reason for speeding that I’ve never heard before, I’ll let you go.”
The old man thinks for a moment, then replies,
“Years ago, my wife ran off with a police officer. I thought he was bringing her back to me.”
“Good day, sir,” the policeman replies.