Mrs Jones was over eighty, but she still
drove her car like a woman half her age.
She loved driving very fast and boasted
of the fact that she had never, in her thirty years of driving,
been punished for a driving offence.
Then one day she nearly lost her record.
A police car followed her, and the policeman
in it saw her pass a red light without stopping.
When Mrs Jones came before the judge, he
looked at her severely and said that she was too old to
drive a car, and the reason why she had not stopped at the
red light was most probably that her eyes had become weak
with age, so that she had simply not seen it.
When the judge had finished what he was
saying, Mrs Jones opened the big handbag she was carrying
and took out her sewing.
Without saying a word, she chose the smallest
needle with the tiniest eyehole and threaded it at her first