Red Ferrari, Blondie and Sheriff
Added on 02-04-2006
It was southern state, desert highway, red Ferrari at full speed rushing on left driving lane. Sheriff with difficulty overtook it and made stop. He came up to car and saw Blondie who was sitting at driving place. With smile at his mouth he said.
- Good morning. Lady I have to impose a fine because you broke speed limit.
Blondie perplexedly asked him.
- Speed limit… what is it?
Sheriff continued scoffing.
- Well, speed it is distance you had pass divided to the time you spend on it.
Blondie surprised asked back.
- How did you know the distance I have passed? Have you followed me? Do you know where I live?
- No, lady I don’t know where you live.
- You've just announced that you measured the distance I have passed and divided it to something… I'm driving my car from my home, so you know where I live.
Sheriff answered her with tired voice.
- There is one device in car that shows speed you drive, it called speedometer. I was behind you and saw that you broke speed limit.
Confusing Blondie asked sheriff again.
- Oh, what is is, speedometer?
Sheriff became angry.
- Look at this round thing with arrow on your car dashboard. It is called speedometer and when you were driving car the arrow was beyond this number! Do you see?
Blondie went into hysteric.
- How do you know this? You were out of my car. I need to telephone my lawyer!
Sheriff with deep drawn sigh uttered.
- Well, do it.
Blondie took phone, dialed the number and cried.
- George! I am at sixth highway. Hurry up and come here! I’ve got the trouble. One man followed me from my house stopped me here and he alleges that he installed some device into my car that can show him everything I did!!! Now he wants me to give him money.
Sheriff imaging himself how many it could take time, how much nonsense Blondie could have told and how many problems he could get with court examination and reacted immediately.
- Sorry, lady. I just mess you with another person. You can be free.
Blondie sniffed scornfully and showed indecent gesture with her ring finger and gone full bore her Ferrari.
The sheriff looked at her tires traces said with delay.
- Who is Blondie after this?
- Good morning. Lady I have to impose a fine because you broke speed limit.
Blondie perplexedly asked him.
- Speed limit… what is it?
Sheriff continued scoffing.
- Well, speed it is distance you had pass divided to the time you spend on it.
Blondie surprised asked back.
- How did you know the distance I have passed? Have you followed me? Do you know where I live?
- No, lady I don’t know where you live.
- You've just announced that you measured the distance I have passed and divided it to something… I'm driving my car from my home, so you know where I live.
Sheriff answered her with tired voice.
- There is one device in car that shows speed you drive, it called speedometer. I was behind you and saw that you broke speed limit.
Confusing Blondie asked sheriff again.
- Oh, what is is, speedometer?
Sheriff became angry.
- Look at this round thing with arrow on your car dashboard. It is called speedometer and when you were driving car the arrow was beyond this number! Do you see?
Blondie went into hysteric.
- How do you know this? You were out of my car. I need to telephone my lawyer!
Sheriff with deep drawn sigh uttered.
- Well, do it.
Blondie took phone, dialed the number and cried.
- George! I am at sixth highway. Hurry up and come here! I’ve got the trouble. One man followed me from my house stopped me here and he alleges that he installed some device into my car that can show him everything I did!!! Now he wants me to give him money.
Sheriff imaging himself how many it could take time, how much nonsense Blondie could have told and how many problems he could get with court examination and reacted immediately.
- Sorry, lady. I just mess you with another person. You can be free.
Blondie sniffed scornfully and showed indecent gesture with her ring finger and gone full bore her Ferrari.
The sheriff looked at her tires traces said with delay.
- Who is Blondie after this?
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