Simmons interrupted: “Now listen, Sonny. I’ve been driving since Elvis was skinny, and if I made it through the ’70s without a seatbelt and with a map the size of a tablecloth, I think I can handle a little extra speed on a sunny Tuesday.”
Before the officer could respond, she added, “Besides, I was being tailgated by some maniac on a scooter. I think he was trying to race me!”
Officer: “Ma’am… that was a kid on a tricycle.”
She gasped.
“He’s got a future in NASCAR, I’ll tell you that.”
After a long pause, the officer finally chuckled, gave her a warning, and told her to slow down. As he walked back to his car, Mrs. Simmons rolled down her window and shouted, “Hey!
You single? My granddaughter’s a nurse, great cook, and only slightly more sarcastic than me!”
He laughed and waved her on. And Mrs.
Simmons drove off into the sunset—at exactly 45 miles per hour. Mostly. A little old lady went to the grocery store to buy cat food
A little old lady went to the grocery store to buy cat food.
She picked up four cans and headed to the checkout counter. The cashier looked at her and said, “I’m sorry, but we can’t sell you cat food without proof that you actually have a cat. Management says some elderly people buy it to eat, so we need to make sure it’s for your pet.”
Frustrated, the little old lady went home, grabbed her cat, and brought it back to the store.
Satisfied, the cashier sold her the cat food. The next day, she returned to buy two cans of dog food. Again, the cashier stopped her.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t sell you dog food without proof that you have a dog. Management has the same concerns about dog food.”
Annoyed but determined, the little old lady went home, brought her dog back to the store, and was finally allowed to buy the dog food. On the third day, she came back carrying a small box with a hole in the lid.
She approached the same cashier and said, “Stick your finger in this hole.”
The cashier hesitated. “No way! What if there’s a snake or something dangerous in there?”
The little old lady reassured her.
“I promise, there’s nothing in this box that can hurt you.”
Reluctantly, the cashier stuck her finger into the hole, then quickly pulled it back out, wrinkling her nose. “That smells like crap!” she exclaimed. The little old lady smiled.
“It is. Now, I’d like to buy three rolls of toilet paper.”
Moral of the story: Don’t mess with old people.
