A police officer pulled over an elderly woman named Margaret for speeding. She rolled down her window and gave the young officer a sweet smile.
“Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?” the officer asked.
Margaret squinted at him. “Oh, son, at my age, I don’t even bother looking at the speedometer anymore. I just try to keep up with traffic.”
The officer sighed. “Ma’am, there is no traffic.”
She grinned. “Well, then, I must be winning!”
The officer chuckled but remained professional. “License and registration, please.”