A State Trooper was cruising down the highway when he spotted a sedan puttering along at a dangerously slow 22 MPH.
He thought to himself, “Driving that slowly on a main highway is just as dangerous as reckless speeding!” He flipped on his flashing lights, tapped his siren, and pulled the vehicle over to the shoulder.
Approaching the driver’s side window, the officer peered inside and froze. Sitting in the car were five elderly women—two in the front and three in the back. The four passengers looked absolutely traumatized. Their eyes were wide, their faces were pale as sheets, and they were clutching the armrests like they were on a rollercoaster.
The sweet old lady behind the wheel looked completely bewildered. “Officer, I really don’t understand,” she said innocently. “I was doing exactly the legal speed limit! What seems to be the problem?”
“Ma’am,” the trooper replied patiently, “you weren’t speeding, but you should know that driving significantly slower than the flow of traffic can cause a massive accident.”
“Slower than the speed limit?” she gasped, pointing proudly at a sign by the road. “No, sir! I was matching the limit exactly… 22 miles an hour!”
The trooper took a closer look at the sign she was pointing at, tried his absolute best to suppress a massive chuckle, and gently explained: “Ma’am, that ’22’ isn’t the speed limit. That’s just the Route number!”
Blushing with embarrassment, the old woman grinned, thanked the officer for clearing up the confusion, and gripped the steering wheel to pull back onto the road.
“Before I let you go, Ma’am, I just have to ask…” the trooper said, leaning back in to look at the other women. “Is everyone else in this car okay? They look completely terrified and haven’t muttered a single peep this whole time.”
The old driver glanced back at her trembling friends, smiled at the officer, and replied:
“Oh, don’t you worry about them, officer. They’ll snap out of it in a minute… We just spent the last hour driving down Route 119!”
