Two cars were waiting at a stop light. The
light
turned green, but the man in the front car
didn't
notice. The woman in the car behind him starts
pounding on her steering wheel and yelling for
the
man to move. The man doesn't move, and the
woman
goes ballistic inside her car... ranting and
raving,
pounding on her steering wheel and dash.
The light then turns yellow, and the woman
blows her
horn longer, gesturing with one finger and
screaming
curses at the man. The man, upon hearing the
commotion, looks up... sees the yellow light...
and
accelerates through the intersection as the
light
turns red.
By now the woman is beside herself, screaming
in
frustration having missed her chance to pass
through
the intersection. As she is in mid-rant, she
hears a
tap on her window and turns to look into the
barrel
of a gun held by a very serious looking
policeman.
He tells her to shut off her car while keeping
both
hands in sight. She complies, speechless at
what is
happening. After shutting the engine, the
policeman
orders her to exit the car with her hands up.
She
gets out, and at his orders, turns and places
her
hands on her car roof, upon which the officer
quickly handcuffs and hustles her into the
patrol
car.
Too bewildered by this chain of events to ask
any
questions, she is driven to the police station
where she is fingerprinted, searched, booked
and
placed in a cell.
After a few hours, a policeman approaches the
cell
and opens the door for her. He escorts her
back to
the booking desk where the original officer is
waiting with her personal belongings. After
returning them to her he says, "I'm really
sorry for
this mistake, but you see, I pulled up behind
your
car as you were blowing your horn, gesturing
with
your finger and cussing a blue streak at the
car in
front of you.
And when I noticed the "What Would Jesus Do"
and
"Follow Me to Sunday School" bumper stickers,
the
"Choose Life" license plate holder and the
chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the
trunk, I
naturally assumed you'd stolen the car.