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Jack noticed a policeman gaining on him. He immediately glanced at his speedometer. “Damn it!” he exclaimed, before pulling over. His mind raced as he conjured up an excuse to evade yet another speeding ticket.
The officer got off the car and approached him with a notepad in hand. Jack instantly recognised the officer. “Mac? Mac from the church?” he muttered to himself. The two men knew each other very well and lying would only make things worse. So, he discarded his well-thought-out excuse.
Rolling down the car window, an embarrassed Jack began: “Hey Mac, fancy meeting you like this…”
“Hello Jack,” the police officer replied, his face stern. As the officer started scribbling something on his notepad, Jack hesitantly added, “You’ve certainly caught me red-handed. But you see, I’ve been working late hours these days, and I was in a rush to have dinner with my wife and kids… I know it’s a lame excuse, but can I be excused this one time…?”
Jack unfolded the sheet of paper to check. His brows furrowed. It wasn’t a speeding ticket, but a note instead.
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