Met a cop in Cincy named Officer Pygh. Apparently he's Vietnamese, and it's a fairly common surname over there...
Driving home from a friends house, theres this spot where the speed limit goes from 55 to 45. I had just pulled onto the road, so I figured why should I go 55 when I've gotta slow down right away anyway(I don't speed, can't afford the fines), so I'm doing 45 in a 55 on a four lane road. Just before the speed limit drops, I see lights in my rearview and pull over, right next to the speed limit sign.
We got through the usual song and dance, then he tells me why he pulled me over. He said, that he had me on radar doing 45 in a 35. The conversation:
Me: Officer, I just pulled off a side street, into a 55 mph zone. There's no way I was speeding if your radar said I was doing 45.
Pig: I saw you back there, but you didn't slow down when the limit dropped, it's 35 over here.
Me: I don't think so officer, In fact if you look at the sign over there, it says 45, not 35.
Pig: Are you calling me a liar? Let me tell you son I've been working on this street for three years and I know what the limit is, and the limit is 35.
Me: Well, if you say so, but could you just look at the sign and tell me what it says.
(at this point, I'm fighting back a smirk, because I've got him)
Pig: Fine, If it'll make this easier I'll check.
He walks around my car, looks at the sign and his face goes blank. He looks at me, looks down at his radar gun, looks back at the sign, then back at the gun, then back at me.
Then he walks over to my window, throws my license and registration into the car and says "Get the hell out of here and don't let me catch you speeding again" goes back to his car and drives off.
I was laughing so hard it took 20 minutes for me to drive off.
