An older couple was cruising down the highway, enjoying their retirement freedom — windows down, classic country playing, and just a tiny bit too much speed. The wife was behind the wheel, confident and chatty. The husband was riding shotgun, alternating between giving directions and dozing off.
Suddenly, red and blue lights flashed in the mirror.
“Uh-oh,” she muttered, easing the car to the shoulder. The officer approached.
“Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?”
The wife leaned toward her husband, “What’d he say?”
“HE SAID YOU WERE SPEEDING!” the husband bellowed. The officer smiled.
“Can I see your license?”
She turned again.
“What’d he say?”
“HE WANTS YOUR LICENSE!”
After looking at her ID, the officer chuckled. “Oh, you’re from Georgia! I went on a blind date there once—the worst one of my life.”
The wife frowned, “What’d he say?”
And without missing a beat, her husband replied loudly:
“HE SAYS HE THINKS HE WENT ON A DATE WITH YOU!”
The officer nearly fell over laughing, waved them off, and said,
“Drive safe, folks—and maybe a little slower next time.”
