It’s too late

Rita was working for an orthopedic surgeon, and he was shifting to a new office, and his all staff was helping to transport many items. Rita has to carry a Skelton in a car, which was seated in front seat and his one bony arm was on Rita’s seat back. At one red signal one car was stopped beside her and the people inside the car were staring her. She became some nervous and explained, “I am delivering him to my doctor’s office.”

That car’s driver slide opened his window, and said, “I hate to say ma’am, but it’s too late.”