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ninanevermoreI spend my commute on the lookout for that other driver, that special one who is willing to drive even faster than I do so he or she can distract, or rather attract, the cops.
I love these people. It's fair, though, because I have been this person for someone else before. When the flow of traffic generally flows at 80 MPH and for some reason everyone is going 65 one day, pay attention. These people are in some sort of collective "know" that you have been left out of. Take heed. Do not drive 80 MPH just because it's what you always do. The state trooper does not care. Trust me.
My friend the Grim Reaper (we exchange eye contact so often, that must make us friends) likes the way I drive. He smiles and nods when I race away from the stop light. I also like the way I drive. I get where I'm going, fast.
My husband and the police take issue with the way I drive. Just goes to show that you can't please everyone, so why try?
I love these people. It's fair, though, because I have been this person for someone else before. When the flow of traffic generally flows at 80 MPH and for some reason everyone is going 65 one day, pay attention. These people are in some sort of collective "know" that you have been left out of. Take heed. Do not drive 80 MPH just because it's what you always do. The state trooper does not care. Trust me.
My friend the Grim Reaper (we exchange eye contact so often, that must make us friends) likes the way I drive. He smiles and nods when I race away from the stop light. I also like the way I drive. I get where I'm going, fast.
My husband and the police take issue with the way I drive. Just goes to show that you can't please everyone, so why try?
