Dealing with Traffic

Dealing with Traffic

A farmer lived on quiet rural highway. But, as time
went by, the traffic slowly built up at an alarming rate.
The traffic was so heavy and so fast that hes chickens
were being run over at a rate of three to six a day. So
one day he called the sheriff's office and said, "You've
got to do something about all of these people driving so
fast and killing all of my chickens." "What do you want
me to do?" asked the sheriff.

"I don't care, just do something about those drivers."

So the next day he had the county go out and put up a
sign that said: SLOW: SCHOOL CROSSING.

Three days later the farmer called the sheriff and said,
"You've got to something about these drivers. the 'school
crossing' sign seems to make them go faster." So, again,
the sheriff sends out the county and they put up a new
sign: SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY.

And that really speed them up. So the farmer called and
called and called everday for three weeks. Finally, he
asked the sheriff, "Your signs are doing no good. is it all
right for me to put up my own sign?"

The sheriff told him, "Sure thing, put up your own sign."
He was going to let the farmer do just about anything in
order to have him stop calling. Well, the sheriff got no
more calls from the farmer.

Three weeks after the farmers last call, the sheriff
decided to call him. "How's the problem with those drivers.
Did you put up your sign?"

"Oh, sure I did. And not one chicken has been killed since
then. I've got to go. I'm very busy." And he hung up the
phone. The sheriff thought to himself, "I'd better go to that
farmer's house and look at that sign... There might be
something there that WE could use to slow down drivers..."

So the sheriff drove out to the farmer's house, and he saw
the sign. It was a whole sheet of plywood. And written in
large yellow letters were the words:

SLOW: NUDIST COLONY.


*Contributed by the wonderful Shirley and her stories at Teaching Hands.