A little old lady seated herself right behind the bus driver. Every ten minutes or so she’d pipe up and say, “Have we reached Falls Creek yet, sonny?”
“No, lady, not yet. I’ll let you know,” he replied, time after time.
As the hours passed, the old woman kept asking for Falls Creek before finally the little town came into view. Sighing with relief, the driver slammed on the brakes, pulled over and called out, “This is where you get out, lady.”
“Is this Falls Creek?”
“Yes!” he bellowed in frustration. “Get out!”
“Oh, I’m going all the way through to the next town, sonny,” she explained sweetly. “It’s just that my daughter told me that when we got this far, I should take my blood pressure pill.”