But to my surprise, cars started slowing down to look at my lifelike women. And, of course, traffic began backing up. Everybody tooted their horns and waved like crazy.
It wasn’t long before a state trooper pulled up behind me.
He got out of his car and walked towards me. I could tell he was not a happy camper!
“What’s going on here?”
“My car has a flat tire,” I said calmly.
“Well, what the hell are those obscene cardboard women doing here by the road?”
I couldn’t believe that he didn’t know. So I told him.
