I'm driving home this evening, happily hollering along with Tom Waits, when I realise that, for the first time in the history of the universe, I might just make it through a particular set of traffic lights first go: there are absolutely no cars in front of me. So I speed up a bit, and whoop in triumph as I cruise through the lights—just as some bloke in a uniform steps out from under a tree and zaps me with his speed gun.
Has anyone noticed the date?
Postscript (05-Feb-2006): Looks as if I got away with it.
