“A friend of mine works for a company that makes bowling balls,” Bruce said. “Twice a year I contract to pick up a load of bowling balls at the factory and distribute them all over Texas.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked.
“Because it only takes me two days for a trip and I make a lot of money. Since you’re here on vacation why don’t you take the ride with me?”
About twenty-five miles out of McAllen, Texas we came across two Spanish looking guys pedaling along on a bicycle.
“These guys must be lost,” Bruce said. “It’s thirty miles to the nearest town. I’ll give them a ride.”
We loaded up the Mexicans along with the bowling balls and shut the trailer door. Half an hour later we heard a siren as a female Texas State Trooper pulled us over.
“Oh, no!” Bruce said. “It’s that dumb blonde trooper again. I’ve had dealings with her before and she is as dumb as a rock. When she stopped me with a load of limes I told her they were California tennis balls and she believed me.”
After looking at Bruce’s license she said, “Sir, I need to check the contents of your trailer. What are you hauling?”
Bruce looked at me and winked. “It’s a load of 20,000 Mexican eggs, ma’am.”
When she opened the trailer door the two Mexicans sat blinking at the sunlight, clutching their bicycle. She slammed it shut and immediately radioed her headquarters.
“I need some backup along with the SWAT team and Border Patrol,” she said, hysterically. “Hurry! We got a big problem!”
“What is the nature of the problem?” the dispatcher asked.
“I just stopped a truck with a load of 20,000 Mexican eggs. Two of them have hatched out and they already stole a bicycle.”
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