Hunting the hunter
I was driving down the street along a major street in Dallas, having just finished answering a call when a corrupt police man suddenly opened the passenger door, entered and closed it. As usual he wanted “something” from me for calling while driving. Then suddenly he saw the big Rottweiler dog – smith at the back seat with tongue stuck out, spittle dripping and fangs barring, staring fiercely at him.
Policeman: [shaking] ah! You have a dog?
Me: [I squeezed my face] yes I have a dog, is it an offense?
Policeman: [feeling uncomfortable] where are you coming from?
Me: from the hospital
Policeman: Ehen! You are sick?
Me: no, we went to see the person bitten by the dog, he almost died.
Policeman: [terribly shaking by now] Ehen! But why is the dog shaking his head like that?
Me: that’s how he does each he wants to bite someone
Policeman: and the dog knows you?
Me: yes! He’s my dog?
Policeman: [sweating] this your door, how do you open it?
Me: how did you enter?
Policeman: pls! I have been trying to open it since [the dog was now getting impatient and gave a small growl, it’s tongue almost touching the policeman’s left ear
Policeman: [now sliding forward] pls sir in the name of god open this door for me, I am not collecting anything again from you.
Me: how much will you pay me?
Police: ah! I only have $100.
Me: okay bring it.
