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Greg was traveling down I-40 with a jugglers show when he radioed to his convoy that he needed to stop and use a roadside facility, and would catch up with them down the road.
When he started driving again, he noticed a Texas Trooper flashing his lights behind him. Greg pulled over to the shoulder, off the road and stopped, the trooper got out of his squad car and walked up to his car. This was the conversation that followed: Trooper: May I see your licenses and insurance? Greg: Sure Greg hands the trooper his information and the trooper looks over the items. Trooper: You do realize you were speeding? Greg: Yes, sir. Trooper: Is there a reason for this? Greg: Well, sir, you see, I am a juggler, and I am traveling with a show from Amarillo to Oklahoma City. I needed to stop and use the rest area, so I told the convoy I was driving with to go on ahead, and I would catch up with them. I was in the process of trying to catch up, when you pulled me over. The Trooper paused for a moment. Trooper: You say you are a juggler? Greg: Yes sir. Trooper: I have always been fascinated with jugglers. I’ll tell you what. If you juggle something for me, I will not write you a citation. Greg: OK. What would you like for me to juggle? Trooper: You’re a juggler, and you don’t have anything to juggle? Greg: Well you see sir, all of my equipment is in the trailer with the rest of the convoy, that is probably wondering where I am by now. Trooper: Can you juggle flares? Greg: Yes, I guess so. The Trooper walks back to the trunk of his squad car, opens it, pulls out six flares, and hands them to Greg. Greg begins to juggle the flares, when all of a sudden, he hears a loud screeching sound. A car had stopped behind the squad car and a man was sitting in his car watching the activity. The trooper walks back to the stopped car. Trooper: Are you in need of assistance? Man in car: Yes sir! If this is the sobriety test here in Texas, you might as well take me in right now, cause there is no way I can do that.
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