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, flashing lights appeared in the rearview mirror.
“Oh dear,” the wife sighed, pulling over. “What did I do?”
A police officer approached the window.
“Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?”
The wife leaned closer. “What was that?”
The officer raised his voice. “Do you know how fast you were going?”
She turned to her husband. “He wants to know how fast I was going.”
The husband shouted back, “He says you were going 85!”
The officer frowned. “May I see your license?”
The wife blinked. “What did he say?”
Her husband answered, “He wants to see your license.”
She handed it over.
The officer looked at it and said, “I see you’re from Chicago. I spent some time there once. Worst experience of my life. I dated a woman there — meanest, most stubborn person I’ve ever met.”
The wife turned to her husband. “What did he say?”
The husband replied,
“He says he thinks he knows you.”
