I drove down to Wellington this week, and I was so gunshy that I drove at or below the speed limit the whole time.

Which really pissed off all the people who got stuck behind me on the tiny two-lane roads that count as the big highways here.

I wanted to yell out my window “How do you know there aren’t any cameras here? HOW DO YOU KNOW?”

Because I want to know. I feel like the paparazzi are following me every time I drive, and if I ever pick my nose or something, it’ll end up on YouTube.

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