An old farmer was slowly driving down a country road, hauling a full load of manure in the back of his truck, when flashing lights appeared behind him. He pulled over, rolled down his window, and waited as a state trooper approached, already looking annoyed.
“You were speeding,” the officer said firmly. “I’m going to have to give you a ticket.”
The farmer didn’t argue. He simply nodded and glanced at the trooper, who was constantly swatting flies that seemed to be circling around him.
After a moment, the farmer said calmly, “Yep… those flies are terrible this time of year.”
The trooper kept swatting and muttered, “What flies?”
“The circle flies,” the farmer replied.
The officer paused. “Circle flies?”
“Yep,” the farmer said. “You know… the kind that circle around horses.”
The trooper narrowed his eyes. “Are you calling me a horse?”
The farmer quickly shook his head. “Oh no, officer. I’d never call you a horse.”
The trooper stared at him for a moment, then relaxed slightly.
“But,” the farmer added slowly, “it’s hard to fool the flies.”
There was a long silence.
The trooper looked at the farmer… then at the truck… then back at the farmer.
After a few seconds, he handed back the farmer’s license without writing the ticket.
“Slow it down,” he said, trying not to smile.
Sometimes, a little country humor works better than any argument.
