Lisbeth is faced with decisions

I was driving back to work after lunch today, and began thinking back to when I was 16 and had just learned to drive.  Do you remember when you first started to drive?  I remember that I would nag my parents about how they shouldn’t be turning into the far lane, that’s illegal and they could get arrested, they should be turning into the near lane.  I seem to have internalized that nag, though, as I almost never turn into a far lane.  When I do, I always feel a little guilty and wonder if there’s a bored cop anywhere near that might have seen me.  I’m also positively anal about not switching lanes at an intersection, since that too is illegal.  Even if I’m stuck behind some slow bozo and there’s no one in the other lane, I wait until I’ve cleared the intersection before zooming into the other lane and going on about my business. 

It’s funny, since in most other situations I’m a sort of inattentive driver.  I don’t know how many times I’ve scared Seth with my driving (I’m sort of assuming that half the time he’s able to hide his fear, and I’m none the wiser) - it’s amazing, really, that he ever willingly sits in the passenger seat.