Bubbie Bayla Bernstein seated herself right behind the bus driver. Every ten minutes or so she’d pipe up, “Have we reached Niagara Falls yet?”
“No, lady, not yet. I’ll let you know,” he replied, time after time.
The hours passed, Bubbie Bayla kept asking for Niagara Falls, and finally the town came into view. Sighing with relief, the driver slammed on the brakes, pulled over and called out, “This is where you get out, lady.”
“Is this Niagara Falls?”
“YES!” he bellowed. “Get out!”
“Oh, I’m going all the way to Toronto,” she explained sweetly. “It’s just that my daughter told me that when we got this far, I should take my medication.”