Just as Guilty

Rushing to a bridge tournament, I was pulled over for going 43 in a 35 m.p.h. zone. "What’ll I tell my husband?" I worried, explaining to the police officer that he was a self-described "perfect" driver.

The cop took a second look at the name and address on my license. "Did your husband go duck hunting this morning?" he asked.

Baffled, I answered, "Yes."

"I stopped him for going 47."