A state trooper pulled a car over and asked the driver why he was speeding.
“I’m a magician and juggler on my way to do a show for sick kids,” he explained, “and I don’t want to be late.”
The trooper told the driver he was fascinated by juggling and said if the driver would do a little juggling for him, he wouldn’t give him a ticket.
“I sent my equipment ahead and don’t have anything to juggle,” said the man.
“I have some flares in my trunk,” said the trooper. “Do you think you could juggle them?”
“Sure,” said the man.
So the trooper got 5 flares, lit them and handed them to him.
While the man was juggling, a car pulled in behind the patrol car and sat there for a minute. Then a man (who was obviously drunk) got out, staggered over to the patrol car, opened the rear door and got in.
The trooper observed him and went over to the patrol car, opened the door and asked him what he thought he was doing.
“You might as well take my butt to jail,” said the drunk, “’cause there ain’t no way I can pass that test!”