A blonde was driving alone one evening when a heavy snowstorm suddenly hit.

The road quickly disappeared under the snow, visibility dropped, and she realized she had no idea where she was.

For a moment, she felt nervous. Then she remembered something her father had told her years earlier.

“If you ever get caught in a snowstorm,” he had said, “don’t panic. Just wait until a snow plow comes by, then follow it. The driver will know where he’s going.”

That seemed like excellent advice.

So she pulled over carefully and waited.

After a few minutes, sure enough, a snow plow appeared through the storm.

Relieved, she started her car again and followed it.

The plow moved slowly, clearing snow as it went, and she stayed right behind it. She felt safer immediately.

She followed it for ten minutes.

Then twenty.

Then thirty.

After nearly forty-five minutes, the snow plow finally stopped.

The driver climbed out of the truck, walked back to her car, and tapped on her window.

She rolled it down.

“Ma’am,” he asked, “why have you been following me all this time?”

She smiled and explained, “My dad always told me that if I got stuck in a snowstorm, I should follow a snow plow.”

The driver nodded slowly and said:

“Well, I’m done with the Wal-Mart parking lot, do you want to follow me over to Best Buy now?”