Traffic laws that is.
Haven't we all heard about that colleague who ran a red light on the way to dinner only to claim anxiously to the wandering copper that she was rushing to a medical emergency? Or the one who parked illegally on a yellow line only to exclaim righteously that she'd been sent to check on an ailing octogenarian on the 28th floor of a nearby flat?
Seems like I'm about to join that lawless band of hooligans.
Last time the medical degree saved me was a few years back when I inadvertently attempted an illegal turn only to encounter the long arm of the law. Fortunately I didn't even have to say a word since the stethoscope displayed prominently on the front seat spoke loudly enough. Managed to get off with a kind reproof from the elderly cop who reminded me that driving at the speed of light to make a turn wasn't in my best interests.
Then today the boys in blue caught me again midway through an offence - go figure - easy enough to mistake with the recent chaotic change in traffic system. Being the law-abiding citizen I hoped to be, I was all ready to take the summons. Hell, I already had a bunch of speeding tickets, what's one more?
With the recession already looming large, the unsmiling police officers were obviously hoping to make a buck in bribery.
Cop : License and registration, sir.
Paul : Well, here it is.
Cop : That street just turned into a one-way last week. Didn't you notice the road sign?
Paul : Sorry. Just came back an hour ago.
Cop : I could turn a blind eye. Where do you work?
Paul : The hospital?
Cop : You're a doctor?
I nodded. Obviously a clincher since he immediately smiled, handed me my cards and gave me a friendly warning. Couldn't have been more the helpful neighbourhood lawman. Even offered to show me the way to my destination.
Turns out being a doctor is good for one thing at least.