The new metro cop pulled a speeder who was zipping down Maple Avenue. “Can I see your license and registration, bub?”, the cop inquired.
“But officer,” the fellow started, “I can explain…”
“Shut yer trap, bub!” snapped the officer. “You’re going downtown and sit a while till the sarge gets back.”
“But, officer, I think you really should know…”
“And I said to shut yer trap! You’re going to jail!”
A few hours later the cop looked in on his prisoner and said, “Lucky for you that the sarge is at his daughter’s wedding. He’ll be in a good mood when he gets back.”
“Don’t count on it,” shot back the sap in the cell. “I’m the groom.”