A Minnesota Freeway Patrol Story
One time I pulled over an aged woman for rushing on Freeway 210, proper round mile marker 197, simply east of McGregor, Minnesota.
I requested for her license, registration, and proof of insurance coverage. She calmly handed me all of the paperwork.
To my shock, tucked in there was additionally a c*nc*aled c*rry p*rm*t. Given her age, I couldn’t assist however ask if she was *rm*d.
With out batting a watch, she stated, “Sure. I’ve acquired a .45 within the g*ve field.”
That made me curious, so I requested if she had the rest.
“Certain,” she replied, “there’s a 9mm Gl*ck within the middle console.”
At this level, I raised an eyebrow and requested, “Is that each one?”
She shook her head. “Nope. There’s a .38 in my purse.”
Lastly, I requested her, “Ma’am… what on earth are you so afraid of?”
She appeared me straight within the eye and stated,
“Afraid? Honey, I’m not afraid of a d*mn factor.”
