Just recieved this via e-mail (with no comment) from a friend.
A very senior citizen in Florida bought a brand new Mercedes convertible. He took off down the road, flooring it to 80 mph and enjoyed the wind blowing through what little hair he had left on his head.
"This is great!" he thought as he roared down I-75, and he pushed the pedal to the metal even more.
Then he looked in his rear view mirror and saw a highway patrol trooper behind him, blue lights flashing and siren blaring.
"I can get away from him with no problem" thought the man and he gunned it still more and flew down the road at over 100 mph, then 110 mph, then 120 mph.
Then he thought, "What am I doing? I'm too old for this kind of thing."
He pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the trooper to catch up with him.
The trooper pulled in behind the Mercedes and walked up to the man.
"Sir," he said, looking at his watch, "my shift ends in 15 minutes and today is Friday. If you can give me a reason why you were speeding that I've never heard before, I'll let you go."
The man looked at the trooper and said ...
"Well officer, eighteen years ago my wife ran off with a Florida state trooper, and I thought you were bringing her back."
"Slow down and have a nice day, sir."