I got a haircut today. I was not running late, but I remembered driving to get a haircut a few months ago when I was late. I was driving behind someone who was going really slowly, and I was really frustrated. On the whole 30-minute route from my office, there are only a couple of places to pass, and there were cars coming every time. I was angry and frustrated and late. The way I remember it, the old woman was driving well below the speed limit.
Well, today, I was that old woman (I'm not old; and I'm not a woman). I'm sure the people behind me were mad and frustrated and sure I was driving well below the speed limit even though I was driving just above it.