Counting Cars

A blond sees a brunette standing in the middle of the highway.

The brunette keeps saying:

- 88, 88, 88...

The blond calls to her as the cars and trucks wizz past.

- What are you doing?

- I'm counting cars - comes the reply.

- Want to help?

- Sure! - says the blond. She walks out to the middle of the highway to the brunette and starts saying:

- 88, 88, 88..

All the time the cars are dodging the two woman. Then a big semi drives by and runs over the blond. The brunnette calmly walks down the highway, picks a new spot, and starts muttering:

- 89, 89, 89...