More time to think

I had to go to the police department recently to pick up a police report. The first time I went I went at 8am and after feeding the meter found out they didn't open till 10am. So I went back at 10 to find out it would be a 2 hour wait. Yeah right! I went home and called the police department to see if there was a good time to go. The very nice lady told me any day would be good but to come a half hour before they open or I'll be in for a long wait. So I went at 930am on Sunday with my grandpa. We got there and found a line had already formed. We got in it and when the doors open we took a number and went to sit down in the back row. I had number 93. It wasn't bad because they started at number 89. There was a guy sitting in front of me who kept turning around and looking at my number. The last time he turned around he took my number and gave me his. Number 91. I must have looked confused because he said something I didn't quite catch. What? He said "I need more time to think." Really? My new number got called and I got my report and left. When I got outside my grandpa wanted to know what he said to me and why did he give me a better number? I told him "he just needed more time to think" We laughed all the way home. My grandpa said "That was worth going there! What was he needing to think about? If he was going to tell the truth he wouldn't need to think about it!" True story. People never cease to amaze me and that story will always be funny.