Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Recently, because there have been so many changes in speed limit in the area between my house and David's and so many policemen jumping out of the bushes with speed guns, I have been pretty good at keeping to the speed limit. I do this everywhere by habit now. I just do not trust to luck anymore.
Last night I found myself driving in front of a Police car. This normally provokes two reactions from me. The first is similar to the feeling you have when there is a wasp in the room and you're eating something large and sweet and sticky, hoping that the wasp won't notice but at the same time trying to will it away.
The second is the feeling that I am doing something wrong or that the police in the car think that I am doing something wrong. I knew I was not, especially now that I drive under the speed limit by habit, but that didn't help. In fact, it made it worse. There was the nagging doubt that my care at remaining under the speed limit would look like I was trying to hide something else and that I was drunk or had just robbed a bank.
I'd be a terrible criminal.
Hurray (or Hurrah or Yay). Shows the heavy hand of the police is paying off. I hope they keep up the pressure so that pedestrians can feel more confident about not being mown down.