Every Sunday seemingly without fail, he would drive his truck full of horse manure past the large Baptist Church which the town officials attended just at noon when the church let out going to the dump on the other end of the county.
Annoyed, the chief of police had the speed limit sign changed at the edge of town late one Saturday night. Hopping church one Sunday specifically to teach the old black stable hand a lesson he stopped him just at 11:55 A.M. at the edge of town for speeding.
Getting out of his car he slowly walked up until he got close and the smell from the truck forced him to quicken his step to the window.
HE looked at the stablehand and exclaimed, "..boy...did ya know that y'all wuz doin' 40 in a 30?"
"Naw SUH!", came the reply in as respectable a tone as the old Black man could muster.
"Well, naw matter, I'm a gonna have to give you a speeding ticket."
By this time flies from the manure were swarming the officers head. As he attempted to write the ticket he kept trying to shoo the flies, seemingly to no avail...
"Boy, them files iz awful"
"YUP! Officer, them is CIRCLE FLIES"
"Circle Flies?"
"YUP!"
"Why do you call 'em CIRCLE FLIES."
"CUZ you always find them circling a horse's tail"
The officer, irritated at the inference, exclaims, "BOY, ! DO YOU THINK THAT I AM HORSE's ASS?"
"OH...NAW SIR!"
Silence hangs in the hot summer air. No more is said as the officer gives the man his ticket and the man starts to slowly drive off.
Then, the officer hears (or does he imagine that he hears?)
"........BUT YA CAN'T FOOL DEM FLIES!!!"