"Oh no," said the preacher to himself, "Joe has fallen off the wagon again. The way that car is weaving, he must be really plastered . I better pull up beside him and get him to stop before he hurts himself."
Putting thought to action, the preacher pulled along side Joe's car just in time for the next swerve to run him off the road. Over the shoulder, down a steep bank, the preacher's car rolled over twice and came to rest against a large pine tree. Not completely senseless to the world, Joe stopped his car and staggered back to a point above the preacher's car.
Fortunately, the preacher had been using a seat belt. That and the relatively slow speed had prevented any injury.
When Joe saw someone struggling out of the wrecked car, he yelled, "Who the hell are you?"
The preacher yelled back, "Joe, don't you talk to me like that."
"My God preacher, that you?"
"Yes Joe, it is, and I'll thank you not to take the Lord's name in vain. It's already bad enough that you're drunk."
"Are you OK preacher?"
"Yes Joe, fortunately the Lord was with me."
"You better let him ride with me. Way you drive, you gonna kill him."
{widget:social-share-button}