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

"No, madam, not yet. I'll let you know," he replied, time after time.

The hours passed, the old woman kept asking for Brockley, and finally the Brockley Barge came into view. Sighing with relief, the driver slammed on the brakes, pulled over and called out, "This is where you get out, Missus."

"Is this Brockley?"

"YES!" he bellowed. "Get out!"

"Oh, I'm going all the way to Bromley, 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."