Flat tire

by Fr. Jeff

I could see the flashing blue lights in the distance. I pulled up to the intersection.

Red light.

When I came to a stop, I saw the police car. He was facing my direction from across the intersection, parked about 50 yards away in the turning lane. I looked around, but there didn’t seem to be a reason for him to be there. I was puzzled.

Still red.

“I wonder what he’s doing. He’s just sitting there in the turning lane with his lights flashing.”

Yep, red.

“What a waste of time.”

*Sigh*

“…and gasoline.”

This must be the longest light in town.

“Wait, what are those rocks in front of his car?”

Really? Is this light ever going to change?

“Ah, it’s glass and pieces from a wreck. He’s protecting people from getting a flat tire.”

Green light.

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Thank You for the Church. She parks in front of a wreckage with lights flashing to prevent us from getting a

flat tire.