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Would you like to see him bury his face in his hands, bawl like a baby and slam his fist into the side of his patrol car? It's
easy.
Start by refusing to listen to your wife when she suggests that she drive. Don't be a whimp. Assert yourself. Say, "Aw heck, I can
drive better with a few beers under my belt than you can cold sober."
Twenty minutes later you are standing in the dark on the side of the highway with broken glass and spilled gasoline around. Your wife
is screaming, pinned beneath the jagged edges of twisted metal.
Your two year old daughter is silent. Your six year old son is sprawled face down 30 feet away.
The Officer smells the alcohol on your breath when you try to explain, and he's not gentle as he pushes you into the patrol car and
tells you to shut up.
Then he turns his attention to what's left of your family and your car.
Congratulations. You've made a Police Officer cry.
(Author unknown)
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