Incident on Interstate 59

So Joyce is driving up Interstate 59 north of Hattiesburg, Mississippi following a semi in the right lane. We were coming up on a rest stop and the semi begins slowing, brake lights on, but no signal. Joyce figures he's going into the rest stop and eases off the gas. But she is really getting too close, so I tell her, "Slow, slow, slow."

Now I see a woman on the left side of the road near the median. She is motioning everyone to slow down - uh oh, must be an accident up ahead.

Now we see her car parked on the right shoulder of the road. By this time we are down to about 25 miles an hour and I see the woman pointing down in front of her - something in the road just inside the left lane. Did she lose something from her car?

Oh, for crying out loud! It's a turtle! The guy in the outside lane next to us is blowing his horn. What the hell are you trying to do, lady? Save the world from itself?

I understand helping poor critters, but not at the risk to your own life on an interstate highway. And surely not at the risk to other motorists barreling down the road at 70 miles an hour. Not only did she take a risk by walking across the highway to the median, but it was been entirely possible that someone could have kicked that turtle with the edge of their tire and sent it flying into her.

It was the talk of the CBers for the next few miles down the road.