A Woman pulled up to a red light behind one other car. She noticed the river of the car in front of her was talking on his cell phone, and ppeared to be shuffling through some papers on the seat beside him. The light turned green, but the man didn’t seem to notice the light change…
The woman began pounding on her steering wheel, and yelling at the man to move! The man didn’t move! The woman was going ballistic inside her car, ranting and raving at the man, pounding on her steering wheel and dash.
The light turned yellow. The woman began to blow the car horn, and scream curses at the man. The man hearing the commotion, looked up, saw the yellow light, and accelerated through the intersection just as the light turned red.
The woman was beside herself, screaming and very frustrated, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection. As she was still in mid-rant she heard a tap on her window, and looked up into the barrel of a gun held by a very serious looking policeman.
The policeman told her to shut off her car while keeping both hands in sight. She complied, and was speechless at what was happening. After she shut off the engine the policeman ordered her to exit the car with her hands up. The woman got out of the car, and the policeman ordered her to turn and place her hands on the car. She turned, placed her hands on the car roof, and was quickly cuffed, and hustled into the patrol car.
By now the woman is too bewildered by the chain of events to ask any questions, as she was driven to the police station—–where she ws fingerprinted, photographed, searched, booked, and placed in a cell.
After a couple of hours a policeman approached the cell, and opened the door for her. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the original officer was waiting with her personal effects.
The policeman handed her the bag containing her things, and said, “I’m sorry for this mistake, but you see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, and cussing a blue streak at the car in front of you. I noticed the “CHOOSE LIFE” license plate holder, and the “FOLLOW ME TO SUNDAY SCHOOL” bumper sticker, and the chrome plated “CHRISTIAN FISH EMBLEM” on the trunk, so naturally I assumed you had stolen the car.
An e-mail story. Is it Truth or Fable?? I don’t know. But our witness does little good if our behavior and mouth do not live up to our witness.