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A highway patrol officer was sitting in his car on the shoulder, radar ready, when a car crawled past doing exactly 22 miles per hour.
He blinked.
"Now that’s just as dangerous as speeding," he muttered, flipping on his lights.
He pulled the car over and walked up to the driver’s side window.
Inside were six elderly ladies — two in the front, two in the back, and two squished in the middle — all looking absolutely petrified, their eyes wide like they’d just seen a ghost.
The woman behind the wheel rolled down her window and smiled sweetly.
“Good afternoon, officer. Was I speeding?”
“Not quite,” he replied. “But driving far below the speed limit can be just as risky. May I ask why you were going 22 miles an hour?”
She looked confused. “Well, that’s what the sign said — Route 22!”
The officer stifled a laugh.
“Ma’am… that’s the route number, not the speed limit.”
Her cheeks flushed pink. “Oh dear,” she said. “That explains a lot.”
He nodded and glanced inside the vehicle again.
“I have to ask… are your passengers alright? They look like they’ve seen a ghost.”
The driver leaned over and whispered,
“They’ll be fine in a minute, Officer... we just got off Route 142.”

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