A man in his forties bought a new convertible car and was out on the highway for a nice evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was left of his hair, and he decided to open her up.
As the needle jumped up to 100km/h, he suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind him.
“There’s no way they can catch a convertible,” he thought to himself and opened her up further. The needle hit 110, then 130. Then the reality of the situation hit him. “What in hell am I doing?” he thought and pulled over.
The cop came up to him, took his license without a word, and examined it and the car. “It’s been a long day, this is the end of my shift, it’s Friday the 13th, and I don’t want to do any paperwork. If you can give me an excuse for your driving that I haven’t heard before, you can go.”
The guy thinks for a second and says, “Last week my wife ran off with a cop. I was afraid you were trying to give her back.”
“Have a nice weekend,” said the officer.