On the way to work in a 30 mile an hour limit I was “flashed” by a car going in the opposite direction.
A few things ran through my mind:
Am I speeding? No I wasn’t.
Is there a police speed trap just around the corner? If so, I don’t care because I’m not speeding.
Have I got my fog lights on? No.
Have I got my headlights on full beam? No, lights are off.
Have I got a flat tyre? No, car seems to be handling fine.
Was I driving like a maniac and annoying other road users? On this occasion, no.
Have I remembered to get dressed before leaving the house?
I admit that forgetting this last one is an unlikely scenario but I feel I’d explored all other possible explanations for the flash.
Then I realised what had happened. My little squeeze Fiesta had just had a friendly hello from another squeeze Fiesta. How cute, and my car hadn’t responded, how rude.