Last weekend Sarah and I were up in Duluth, taking a bit of a mini-vacation. As we were leaving town, we passed a State Trooper going a bit too fast. Flashing lights, pull over, license and registration, ticket, be more careful next time, etc.
As I was pulling back onto the freeway to resume our eventful trip home, Sarah looked over and suggested (jokingly) that if she had stuck out her stomach and acted a little more distressed, that we might have gotten a hospital escort instead of a ticket! Of course, the hospital was located north of where we were located, and we were headed south…
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I’ll admit, when I heard this one, all I did was laugh. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha