A small-town cop pulled over a driver speeding down Main Street. Before the man could explain, the officer cut him off. “Save it—you’re sitting in jail until the chief gets back!”
Hours later, the officer checked on his prisoner. “You’re lucky,” he said. “The chief’s at his daughter’s wedding. He’ll be in a great mood when he returns.”
The man in the cell sighed. “Don’t bet on it. I’m the groom.”
