What a silly boy. He has to learn
to pick his fights. His righteous
indignation got the better of him
once when he was driving down a
Chicago street and a cop car came
flying by no lights spinning, no
sirens screaming. He said to himself,
that cop has sworn to uphold the law
not abuse it behind a badge. And so,
silly boy followed crazy cop right up
to the precinct station. The cop slam-
med it into park, got out and sauntered
across the street. Silly boy slammed
it into park jumped out and shouted at
crazy cop, “Hey you, you were driving
way over the speed limit and you, of
all people, should know better. You
could have killed somebody. What makes
you think you’re better than the law?”
Crazy cop stopped, turned and headed
for silly boy. “I’m not even going to
ask you to repeat that, you expletive,
expletive, expletive loud mouth. I’m
going to tell you just once,” he snarled
hand resting on his gun holster, “Get
back in the car and drive away slowly —
NOW!!!” Silly boy said sheepishly,
“Yes, Officer,” backed into the car,
put it in gear, looked to his right and
saw his soon to be ex-girlfriend shak-
ing her head in disbelief. What a
silly boy.