Reply #15: I was stopped by Houston's finest once

[Burma Jones]

I was doing about 80 in the southbound access lanes of I-45 right around the Fuqua exit. I was getting off my shift in the kitchen of the TGI Friday's (back when they actually cooked there) and had downed a couple of beers and 6 or 7 Martinis in the space of two hours. I had a 9mm Baretta in the glove box and a .410 in the front seat. It was a 1979 Thunderbird, a true POS. Anyway, the officer asked for license and registration. I remember telling him that I had some firearms in the car and remember him just saying that I should retrieve the registration slowly. Anyway, he took the license and registration, came back and asked me why I was going so fast on the access road, I told him that I was from up north and that I though y'all just had real big highways in Texas, they let me off with a warning and told me that if I wanted to speed, I needed to do so on the main highway.

The next day, I remembered to thank my parents for being white........