A Montana Highway Patrolman pulled a car over on I-90 near
Bozeman.

When the Patrolman asked the driver why he was speeding, the driver
answered that he was a Shrine Clown with a specialty as a magician
and juggler, and he was on his way to Spokane to do a show that
night at the Shrine Hospital and didn't want to be late.

The Patrolman told the driver he was fascinated by juggling, and if
the driver would do a little juggling for him that he wouldn't give
him a ticket. The driver told the Patrolman that he had sent all of his
equipment on ahead and didn't have anything to juggle.

The Patrolman told him that he had some flares in the trunk of his
patrol car and asked if he could juggle them. The juggler stated that
he could, so the Patrolman got three flares, lit them, and handed them
to the juggler.

While the man was doing his juggling act, a car pulled in behind the
patrol car. A drunk good old boy from Glendive, who had spent the
day visiting various establishments on the way from Butte, got out and
watched the performance briefly.

He then went over to the patrol car, opened the rear door and got in.

The Patrolman observed him doing this and went over to the patrol
car, opened the door and asked the rather "well oiled" fellow what he
thought he was doing.

The drunk replied, "You might as well take me to jail, 'cause there's
no way in hell I can pass that test."