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To: accountclosed who wrote (20)	8/4/1999 12:12:00 AM
From: mph	Respond to of 137

ROFL------- that one really tickled me. Check your pmail for the answer to the mysterious question as to why it's hard to find good help nowadays... mph

To: accountclosed who wrote (20)	8/4/1999 12:20:00 AM
From: Cheeky Kid	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 137

Mystery, what happened to the LOL thread (s)? There were 3 of them too. I mean three.

To: accountclosed who wrote (20)	8/5/1999 1:07:00 PM
From: mph	Respond to of 137

While perhaps not a mystery per se, it is a challenge to find the winning method for getting out of a traffic ticket. Here is one example from my younger days. If you like this one, I have another. (Unfortunately,there are other examples where I was less sucessful-ggg) I was 16 and had just obtained my license. I was driving my mom's car and taking my friend, Janet, with me to visit another friend. I made a right turn on a boulevard, with two lanes in each direction and a center median. Shortly after I had done so, I noticed a police car in the rear view mirror with its lights flashing. I mentioned this to Janet and opined that this meant I should pull over. She said that I was mistaken about that and should proceed. So I did, with the police car following me as we wended through the streets of Glendale to our friend's house. I pulled over in front of the house and parked. To my great horror, the police car pulled over and parked behind me. Uh oh, I thought. Two young officers came over. Unable to contain his curiosity, one immediately asked me why I hadn't stopped. I told him that I thought he had to put on his siren. He then asked whether I had a license. When I showed it to him, he muttered, "just 16, huh?" I asked what I had done. He claimed that I had failed to yield to pedestrians when I made that right turn onto the boulevard. He said that there were children who had started to cross the street over the southbound lanes. (I was turning right to go north). (Note: those kids couldn't have been run over by my car if they had been Olympic sprinters!) Anyway, he let me off with a warning. THe officers then got back in their car. Janet and I then proceeded to exit our car, as the officers were pulling away from the curb. One of them rolled down his window and said, "Don't tell me this was your destination?" We said that it was. They laughed their butts off and drove away. Men!<g> mph