A traffic cop in a Cradock stopped a driver who was speeding down Market Street.
“Officer, I can explain!” the young man stammered.
“No explanations,” the officer cut him off sternly. “Save it for the judge. You’re going directly to jail.”
“But…..”
“No ‘buts’! Into the patrol car you go!” said the cop, and pushed the young man into the back of the patrol car.
The young man sighed and slumped down in the back seat, knowing there was no way out of this one.
Several hours later, the officer came to check on him in the holding cell.
“You’re in luck,” the officer said with a slight smirk. “The chief’s at his daughter’s wedding today. He’ll be in a real good mood when he gets back, so you might get off easy.”
The young man shook his head, looking none too hopeful. “I wouldn’t count on it.”
The officer frowned. “Oh? Why not?”
The young man gave a rueful grin. “Because I’m the groom.”
