Standing on my lattitude

Years ago, Wifey had just gotten her hard-won driver's license and we celebrated by driving north. Traffic wasn't bad (as opposed to today) so she allowed the speed to rise above the posted limit. I pointed out the problem.

She ignored me. (Also a bad habit of hers.)

As a standard way of navigating, I have flown over the highway many times in my job so I knew where the provincial busybodies like to sit. Especially on weekends.

"There are cops along this highway."

She ignored me still. (Here is my attitude: allow the mistake.)

My eye eventually catches a glimpse in the far distance of a black car sitting perpendicular to the highway. You just know who was inside that car, eh?

She didn't see the financial danger. As we drew near, I pointed.

I guess the cop was eating a donut or something. We zipped past at just over ticketing speed. Then, as I rolled my eyes, wifey realized who she had passed. Now the brakes come on.

Results of my attitude: wifey rarely exceeds the speed limit.

Wish list: wifey stops ignoring me when I criticize her.

I may disagree with what you say, Eeyore, but I will defend your right to say it.