Vindication

We have this spousal thing.  Well, many of them but here's one:
We disagree.
She hates my driving.  Tells me to not lock my elbows because it causes me to drive jerky.  Tells me to not follow so closely, to not speed, to take the corners more easily, etc, etc.  Once, while I was driving my car down the interstate, she, while in her separate car following me, called me up to tell me I was following the car in front of me too closely.
I got off the interstate at the next exit.

So anyway, we were driving to Oklahoma City the other day for a wedding.  There was construction and the speed limit was posted at 55.  We were in the left lane. 

Know how sometimes there will be two cars in front of you and both of them are going exactly the same speed?  And you want to go faster?  Neither gives.  Even if there are twenty cars following, neither driver seems to notice or care that they are blocking traffic.  I hate that.

I told her about it.  I felt that she should speed up and get over to the right lane.  She doesn't like to speed.  She even thinks she should go under the speed limit.  We've had that discussion a lot too.  She says people shouldn't insist on going the speed limit just because it's the speed limit.  "It's the limit".  She says.  "I can go slower". 
I say poop on that.  I point out to whoever will listen (and many who don't) that yes, she has the right to go whatever speed she wants, within the limit, and so do I.  I point out that if she is going slower than the limit and she is in front of me and I can't pass, then she's blocking my traffic.  The only way to be fair about it is for everyone to go the limit.  That way she isn't in front of someone blocking their traffic. 
She doesn't agree.
She wasn't agreeing that day. 
She was going exactly 55 miles per hour next to the semi truck that was going exactly 55 miles per hour and there were at least a dozen cars behind us.  You know they wanted to move on.  She wouldn't even slow down to get behind the semi and let them pass.

Then a wonderful thing happened.
Blip, blip, blip.
A cop stopped us.
Gave us a warning ticket for impeding traffic.

Yuk.

Husbands rarely get such vindication.