Call it karma. Maybe just living by the golden rule. Maybe you’re that person who throws caution to the wind and bends only to your own whims. Whichever it is, I have a good one for you.
Yesterday I rode the scooter to work. On a road where the speed limit is 35 then 25. I hear the honking of a horn behind me. The road is broken up by traffic lights every 1/4 mile. At the next light I get passed by two SUVs. I honk my horn and wave at them with one finger. Well, wouldn’t you know it, when I get to the next light to turn, I am sat beside one of the passers. I look at her and shake my head. She gesticulates and mouths something. I ask if she is talking to me. She rolls down her window and asks if I was shaking my head at her. I tell her that she isn’t supposed to pass people on motorcycles. She tells me to go the speed limit. I tell her I was. She begs to differ and drives off. (Some of the exchange has been omitted to make the narrator sound more sane.)
This morning I took the car to work. I pull out on the very same road. Well, who do you think I was traveling behind? One hint : it may have been the road worn hard, scraggly blonde, in desperate need of a denture refitting. She was going 31 miles per hour. The very speed I maintained until I needed to brake for the light. Unfortunately, the light was green when we approached the sight of the previous morning’s exchange. No worries, there’s always next week.