Settling A Score

Wendell Smithson, a policeman, was on his way to work. He stepped onto the sidewalk to hail a cab. A moment later a black car pulled over and he climbed in.

"Scotland Yard," Wendell directed. As they drove along he drank this morning tea from a thermos. When they got close, he put his hand in his pocket to get out his money and discovered he'd forgotten it at home.

The cab driver pulled over. "That'll be 2 pounds 30."

Wendell smiled, "I have a riddle for you. If you don't get it right, then I don't have to pay."

The driver sighed. "Go on then."

"What gets wetter as it dries?"

"A glue stick?"

"Nope! A towel! I guess I cleaned up on that one!" Wendell replied, laughing loudly at his play on words.

"Good one officer. You win. Have a nice day."

"And you," Wendell said and got out of the car. "Today is going to be a good day."

A short while later he was called into the captain's office. The cab driver was sitting in one of the chairs.

"That's the one," he said.

"Wendell, did you stiff this cab driver this morning?"

"We made an agreement! And he didn't guess the right answer!"

The captain pushed the button. "Lads, come on in." 

A moment later two policemen came into the office and arrested Wendell. They read him his rights then took him down to booking to be processed.

"What was the riddle?"

"What gets wetter as it dries?" the driver answered.

"A towel, of course," the captain replied.

"Yes, indeed."

"Why did you guess wrong?"

"He's been banging my wife every Wednesday," the driver responded. The captain didn't say anything, just nodded his head. "Thanks for taking care of things," the driver said then took his leave. 

He passed Wendell on the way out. "I'll let the missus know you won't be around on Wednesday. Oh, and do you need an attorney? I'm going there next, I'm sure they could use a new client." 

The look on Wendell's face was priceless. He couldn't wait to see his wife's reaction when he came home with the news.