A cop pulls over a vehicle on the freeway. ...........................
There are three little old ladies in the car.
“Why were you driving only 20 miles per hour?” he asks the driver.
“I was just going the posted speed limit!” She points to a sign up ahead.
The officer corrects her. “That’s not the speed limit sign, that’s the sign for this highway—Route 20!”
“We tried to tell you, Sheila!” says one of the passengers.
The cop takes another look at the old women and sees that they are wide-eyed and disheveled. One of them is tightly gripping the door handle, white-knuckled.
“What’s the matter?” the cop asks.
“We just came off of Interstate 120.”
“Why were you driving only 20 miles per hour?” he asks the driver.
“I was just going the posted speed limit!” She points to a sign up ahead.
The officer corrects her. “That’s not the speed limit sign, that’s the sign for this highway—Route 20!”
“We tried to tell you, Sheila!” says one of the passengers.
The cop takes another look at the old women and sees that they are wide-eyed and disheveled. One of them is tightly gripping the door handle, white-knuckled.
“What’s the matter?” the cop asks.
“We just came off of Interstate 120.”
