The little old lady seated herself right behind the bus driver. Every ten minutes or so she'd pipe up, "Have we reached Oriskany Falls yet, sonny?"

"No, lady, not yet. I'll let you know," he replied. This went on for four hours. Time after time after time. The bus driver was becoming infuriated.

As the miles passed, the old woman just kept asking for Oriskany Falls, and finally, finally.. the little town of Oriskany Falls came into view. Sighing with intense relief, the driver slammed on the brakes, pulled over and called out, "This is it, Oriskany Falls. This is where you get out, lady."

"Is this Oriskany Falls?"

"YES!" he bellowed. "Now, Get Out!"

"Oh, I'm going all the way to Albany, sonny," she explained sweetly. "It's just that my daughter told me that when we got this far, I should take my blood pressure pill."