What?!
So the girlfriend and I are out at the range yesterday. Incidentally, she loves Zoe, my 1911. /squee/ Before we hit the range I decide to print off a few targets, among which was Hitler (for the girlfriend) and King George III (for myself). On the way back I decide to get a little liberal with the gas pedal to get the girlfriend back in time to buy tickets to the drag show. Next thing you know I’m pulled over the side of the road by a state trooper.
So he’s got me pegged for speeding. I have the wrong insurance in the truck. Yet for some reason this proceeds to be the smoothest run in with the police I’ve EVER had. No ticket, and this time it’s not for the dog tags in my rear view.
I get home and start to unload the truck. I notice in the bed of the truck, a nice big box to which was stapled a nice big Hitler, with a lot of nice big bullet holes in his grill. Where the box was sitting it was IMPOSSIBLE for the cop not to have seen this as he came up to the cab. I’m absolutely convinced Hitler got me out of a ticket. Thanks Hitler!
