A state trooper pulled a car over for speeding.
When the trooper asked the driver why he was speeding, the driver said he was a juggler and was on his way to do a show at the local children’s hospital. He didn’t want to be late.
The trooper told the driver he was fascinated by juggling and said if the driver would do a little juggling for him then he wouldn’t give him a ticket.
He told the trooper he had sent his equipment ahead and didn’t have anything to juggle.
The trooper said he had some flares in the trunk and asked if he could juggle them.
The juggler said he could, so the trooper got four flares, lit them and handed them to him.
While the man was juggling, a car pulled in behind the patrol car. A drunken, good old boy got out, watched the performance briefly, then went over to the patrol car, opened the rear door and got in.
The trooper observed him and went over to the patrol car and opened the door asking the drunk what he thought he was doing.
The drunk replied, “You might as well take my butt to jail, because there ain’t no way I can pass that test.”