A man is on his way home from work one afternoon in LA and he's stopped in
 traffic and thinks, "Wow, this traffic seems worse than usual; we're not even
 moving."

 He notices a police officer walking down the highway in between the cars and
 he rolls down his window and says, "Excuse me, officer. What's the hold up?"

 "O.J. just found out the verdict; he's all depressed. He's lying down in the
 middle of the highway and he's threatening to douse himself in gasoline and
 light himself on fire. He just doesn't have $8.5 million dollars for the
 Goldmans. I'm walking around taking up a collection for him."

 The man says, "Oh really. How much have you got so far?"

 "So far... four gallons."