“Everybody’s passing me like I’m backing up,” my husband grumbles.
Wish I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that over the lifespan of our marriage. Then I wouldn’t mind hearing it so often.
However, on today’s trip it is undeniably true. “I recently read a news story that said speeding is way up in Utah this year,” I comment.
Just then, the black blur of a sports car passes us on a double yellow line.