Farmer John lived way out on a sleepy country road where the loudest noise was usually a rooster crowing. But then—bam!—traffic started showing up like it was rush hour in New York. Cars zoomed by so fast that Farmer John’s chickens were getting squished like pancakes—three to six casualties a day. Yikes.
So Farmer John calls the sheriff and goes, “Hey! You gotta stop these crazy speed demons! They’re turning my chickens into roadkill!”
The sheriff goes, “Alright, what do you want me to do?”
Farmer John shrugs, “I don’t care, just slow ’em down before my chickens start unionizing in protest.”
Next day, the sheriff has a sign slapped up: SLOW—SCHOOL CROSSING. Genius, right?
Wrong. The drivers saw the sign and thought, “School crossing? Must be a drag race!” and zoomed even faster.
Farmer John calls back, “Sheriff, your ‘school crossing’ sign is like adding gasoline to the fire.”
Sheriff tries again: SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY. Spoiler alert—it didn’t help. Drivers hit the gas like kids stealing candy.
Farmer John calls every day for three weeks, probably burning up the sheriff’s phone lines.
Finally, the sheriff caves, “Fine! Put up your own sign. Just please stop calling.”
No more calls. Three weeks later, the sheriff, curious as a cat, rings Farmer John up, “So… did your sign work? Are the chickens safe?”
Farmer John replies, “Oh yeah. Not a single chicken lost. Sorry, gotta run!” click.
Moral of the story? Sometimes, the best traffic sign is a mystery… or maybe Farmer John just got creative with his sign.
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