I was driving some friends around today. When we reached a deserted, long stretch of road, one of them asked, "Why are you driving so slow?"
"What?", I asked, giving a quick glance at the speedometer. It said 55 miles per hour, "I'm not driving slow. I'm driving the speed limit."
"Exactly!," exclaimed another friend, "You're driving slow!"
"Like an old woman," said another, and the three of them proceeded to laugh.
"Well, y'all nag like old women!", I replied, but that didn't stop their giggling.
It's one of the things they've all teased me about at one point or another. I drive the speed limit (most of the time), even when I'm the only car on a long, empty road. I've always countered that it's the law. But that never stops the teasing. It's a conversation we often revisit and add to time after time.
I usually try not to break any laws, because, well, it's usually the right thing to do. Also, because I don't want to end up in jail. It wouldn't look good having a criminal record, and no one looks good wearing prison issued clothing. And I don't want to waste time and energy fighting off aggressive bastards; it would be like work but without the pay or benefits.
I don't drink and drive at all. I mean, if I even have one light beer, I wait a whole hour before I even attempt to drive. But usually, I don't drink at all if I'm doing any driving. It's not that I'm such a horrible drunk. But rather, I don't want to take any chance of getting pulled over and failing an alcohol test. The only court I want to make an appearance in is the food court.
Once my friends stopped laughing, one of them tempted me by reasoning, "There are no cops around. Just floor it!"
But I replied, "Hey, just because the farmer's gone to town don't make it okay to ride his horse!"
And they immediately laughed once more; at least this time, it wasn't because of my driving.