Early on a Saturday morning, a biker was tearing down “Thousand Oaks” in San Antonio, when a police officer pulled him over.
“But officer,” the biker began, “I can explain—”
“Quiet!” snapped the officer. “You’re cooling your heels in jail until the chief gets back.”
“But officer, I just wanted to say … “
“And I said to keep quiet! You’re going to jail!”
A couple hours later, the officer checked on his prisoner and said, “Lucky for you, the chief’s at his daughter’s wedding. He’ll be in a good mood when he gets back.”
“Don’t count on it,” replied the biker from his cell. “I’m the groom.”