We have diplomatic plates on the family wagon. Bright red ones which easily identify us as foreign, and everybody all over the world knows about foreign drivers. Its a two edged sword. Basically, I can do whatever I want when I drive. Its expected simply because I am foreign. Wrong way, wrong turns, poor parking, too fast, too slow. Whatever, I have red plates of power. The flip-side to this is of course that I also have red plates of responsibility. If anything, anything at all, places me in conflict with another driver the default opinion is that ‘it’ is my fault.
And that is just wrong, because we all know ‘it’ is always Dirks fault.
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Haha it is! It's always Dirk's fault!
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