On the way to my parent's house is a long 35 mph stretch of road. Everyone goes too fast on this road. It's an empty field on one side and a string of warehouses on the other.
Saturday morning I was headed down it. I turned on to it right after a blue station wagon.
That was going 30 mph.
There are very few things that irk me more than driving behind someone going less than the speed limit. So the whole way I am screaming inside of my head for this stupid car to move it! (It had been one of those mornings.)
Let me clarify. I was not in a hurry. I was heading over to my parent's to hang out while my husband did some yard work. That's it. No set appointment. No time constraints and I was literally hurling insults telepathically at the stupid car making me go too slow.
And then we passed the policeman on the motorcycle hidden in the shadows off the side of the road. Instinctively, I glanced at the speedometer. 30 mph. No chance of getting a ticket at that speed.
And at that moment I took back all of my telepathic insults. I thanked the blue station wagon.
And as I turned onto another road I realized I was being tailgated. I could feel the telepathic insults headed my way as I realized I was going 5 below the speed limit.