Mrs. Hazard: "Exercise helps. I do some stretching and jog in place for a few minutes, and this keeps it from getting worse."
Dr. Grumpy: "Okay, so..."
Mrs. Hazard: "And I need a note from you to get me out of this." (pulls out papers).
Dr. Grumpy: "What is this?"
Mrs. Hazard: "It's a traffic ticket."
Dr. Grumpy: "I see that..."
Mrs. Hazard: "I was driving on the freeway and felt a migraine coming. It was rush hour, I didn't know when I'd get home, and the road shoulder was closed for construction. So I stopped in my lane so I could get out and jog in place next to the car, and this highway patrolman gave me a ticket. I don't get it, either, because I'd turned on my hazard lights. The other lane was open, so it wasn't like I was completely blocking traffic."