Frank

I used to work with a guy named Frank. Frank told me an incredible story once. He used to work in a sandwich shop similar to Subway before Subway was popular. He told me about some of his regulars. Some of which were police officers.

Frank got off of work one day and was driving home when he realized that there was a police car behind him. He checked his speedometer to make sure he wasn't speeding. The cop behind him didn't turn on his lights. As Frank exited the freeway, he noticed that the cop was still behind him. After a few minutes, another police vehicle was behind him as well. Getting a little nervous, Frank turned down a few other roads. Eventually, he drove right into a police barricade. That's when the cops behind him flashed their lights. Countless guns were pointed right in his direction. Then, he heard the directions. "Get out of the car!" Frank did as he was told. He did the whole hands behind your head and lie down on the ground thing. When he was handcuffed, he looked up and saw a familiar face.

"Oh, hi officer Johnson. How was your Roast Beef on White?"

"Frank?"

"Yeah"

"We got the wrong guy!"

Apparently, some guy was driving towards his wife's house threatening to shoot her. That guy happened to be driving the same car that Frank had. Frank was a good sport about it. He laughed about it afterwards.