well, I'll tell you why.......
back in 1996 (yes, the software & camera's go that far back) I used to work in Manchester, and our office was just off a major motorway junction. I worked late one night (not unusual) and as I swung onto the motorway at that junction, I almost took off the outstretched arm of a young lady who was trying to hitch a lift ( pedestrians and hitchhikers are outlawed on UK motorways). I slammed the brakes on, swerved onto the hard-shoulder, and reversed back to the girl to check she was OK. Physically, she was unhurt, but a few moments conversation revealed that she was either high on something or somewhat mentally un-hinged. I advised her to go back to the roundabout and get off the motorway, and continued on my way home, resolved to call the police when I got home (this was before the days of affordable mobile (cellnet) phones in the UK).
However, when I got home, the current wife greeted me somewhat frostily, saying that Manchester police had called, suggesting that I had tried to pick up a young girl on the motorway, and would I call them back when I got in....
I did so, of course, and was greeted by the response 'so soon? you must have put your foot down on the way home' implying I had been speeding all the way home.
Eventually, the situation was sorted, but......
through no fault of mine, The Current Wife was led to have doubts of my fidelity....
T
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