Think about the last time you broke a rule (a big one, not just ripping the tags off your pillows). Were you burned, or did things turn out for the best?
“Click it or Ticket,” reads the billboard. “Seat belts save lives.” “Fasten your seatbelt. It’s the LAW”!
I know. I know the stats. I know the probability. I get it.
I’m less than five feet tall. Seatbelts cut across my neck and make me feel as if I’m being strangled. My husband has put sliders on the seatbelts that allow me to adjust the strap off my neck, but especially in winter when I’m wearing a coat, gloves, bulkier clothing, they’re a pain to get adjusted.
So lots of times I pull the seatbelt enough to hook it under my arm so it looks as if I’m actually wearing it, hoping to fool any police officer who may be glancing my way. So far I’ve managed to pull it off.
Then they started installing cameras at stoplights. Big Brother is hovering over us, keeping us safe from making our own decisions. The cameras make me furious. I think they’re intrusive. But I don’t want to pay a hefty fine, so I really do try to remember to hook the blasted seat belt before I leave my driveway. I’m constantly adjusting the slider because it–well, it SLIDES!
So I can’t say I’ve ever been burned by breaking this particular Nanny government law. However, if they keep messing with how much sugar I’m allowed to consume, we may be singing a different tune.