
One time I was driving truck in Ohio, minding my own business, when suddenly I saw the flashing lights in my mirror. Well, Ohio police are famous for being strict with truck drivers so I figured this wouldn't end well.
The trooper was the strict, military-type. He never even thought about smiling, talked in a deadly-serious tone, and even wore the big sunglasses like they did in the 70's. It was like dealing with a movie character! He asked for the usual paperwork and began going over it. Right away he realized I was behind on my logbook. Not good. He also said I was doing 63 in a 55. Double not good. I can't remember what other points he brought up but there were a few more 'issues'. With me, there always was.
Well, I gave him the utmost respect and spoke quietly and with patience. That day, luck was on my side and he let me go without any tickets. But he shut me down for the next eight hours and told me I had to stay in a rest area. So he escorted me about 6 miles up the road to the next rest area and we got out and talked for a moment.

Unfortunately I was starving and hadn't planned on being stuck in a rest area for eight hours. In fact, there was a truck stop about 5 more miles up the road and that's where I was originally going to stop. So I said, "Listen, I was wondering if by chance I could take my 8 hours at the truck stop up the road because I'm starving and I have no food on me."
He didn't say no. He didn't even say "I don't think so". He said in his movie character voice "Absolutely not".
So for the next 8 hours I slept most of the time and spent the rest of the time eating like 6 packages of pre-wrapped peanut butter crackers out of a snack machine! That's not healthy, let me tell ya. But it sure beat the hell out of a few tickets from a super-Trooper so I was happy enough eating crackers! I don't think I ate peanut butter crackers for six months after that though!
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