This guy is driving west on Interstate 10 between Tallahassee and Pensacola. He’s in a hurry to get to New Orleans. Then he sees a blue light. It’s on a black and tan patrol car of a Florida State Trooper. "You realize you were driving 85 miles per hour?" asks the trooper.

"I wasn’t aware of that, officer," answers the driver. "I was intent on getting to New Orleans. I’ll be entertaining pharmaceutical representatives at a nationwide convention."

"You an entertainer?" asks the trooper.

"Yessir. I’m a magician and a juggler," responds the driver.

The trooper isn’t fully convinced that the driver is telling the truth. Some drivers have even lied to the police to avoid getting a ticket. I’m sure that shocks you.

"I’ve always been fascinated by jugglers," says the trooper. "Would you mind juggling for me? Just a tiny bit?"

"Golly, officer, I’d love to, but I sent all my stuff ahead by Fed-Ex and I haven’t anything in the car I can use to juggle with."

The trooper smiles. "That’s okay son, I’ve got some flares in the trunk of my vehicle—I’m sure they’ll do just fine." The trooper brings back three flares, lights them and hands them to the magician-juggler.

Much to the trooper’s surprise, the driver begins juggling the lighted flares with great skill. For about five minutes the trooper is transfixed by the juggler’s professional handling of the flaming flares. Relieved at not getting a ticket, the magician resumes his drive to New Orleans.

As the trooper turns, he notices a car parked behind his patrol car and a man sitting in the back of the patrol car. Opening the rear door, the trooper asks, “Is there something I can help you with, sir?”

The man wobbles out of the back of the patrol car. He’s obviously had too much to drink. Says the man to the trooper: "I’m from South Carolina, and I ain’t never seen no test like that for DUI. Just put the cuffs on me and let’s go to the jailhouse!"