A small-town cop pulled over a driver tearing down Main Street.
“But officer,” the man started, “I can explain—”
“Quiet!” the officer barked. “You’re going to jail until the chief returns.”
“I just wanted to say—”
“I said be quiet! Jail it is!”
Hours later, the officer checked on him. “Good thing the chief’s at his daughter’s wedding. He should be in a good mood when he returns.”
“Don’t bet on that,” the man replied from the cell. “I’m the groom.”
