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Mayor Swenson’s Got a Good Thing Going

Photo courtesy of Barbara W. Beacham
Photo courtesy of Barbara W. Beacham


The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached. She was an elderly woman; clearly with means, judging by the expensive car she drove and the jewels that were dripping off her fingers.

“How can we help you ma’am?” Mayor Spike Swenson asked.

“I received a ticket on the highway and I think I need to pay a fine,”

“Let’s take a look.” Bubba, the manager, said as he perused the citation. “My, oh my – this is serious.” He handed the chit to Spike.

“Oh no,” Spike said, feigning concern, “I’m afraid we’re going to have to hold you for a few days ma’am. Till the circuit judge gets here. I wouldn’t worry too much though. You can hire Bubba, he’s a lawyer. He’ll prob’ly get you off.”

Bubba grinned, “Come on in ma’am we’ll get you in that cell. All your personal property will be held at the desk. ‘Course, we’re gonna have to impound those fancy wheels.”