It's only when I'm in a hurry to get home that the police follow me, making me slow down and obey the rules. I can almost read their minds (such as they are...) as they turn around to follow me - "hey, dat guy just threw sumtin outta da window! Maybe it wuz drugs or guns! I will follow him and maybe I'll get to use da lights and sirens! Oh, @#*!, it wuz just a newspaper. Now I go follow sumwun else." I probably added about five minutes to my delivery time, slowing down and coming to full stops at the stop signs. They can tell when I'm running late, I guess.

cds I listened to while being tailed by the law: Cowboy Junkies "Pale Sun Crescent Moon", Empyrium "Weiland", T.A.C. "Twilight Rituals", and Moonlight "Inermis" and "Yaishi"