Angel: Why are you driving at a snail's pace?
Georgina: This is an infamous speed trap. I don't want to get a ticket—again.
Angel: I don't see any squad cars along the road. Are you sure this is the right stretch of road?
Georgina: I'm sure. Those cops are crafty. They hide out behind big rocks or a bend in the road, and as soon as you let your guard down and go over the speed limit, they nab you.
Angel: But you're not exceeding the speed limit. In fact, you're driving way under the speed limit.
Georgina: You can't be too careful. You never know if those speed guns are accurate, and I don't want there to be any doubt that I'm being a law-abiding citizen.
Angel: But at this pace, we could get home faster if we walked!
Georgina: Don't exaggerate. You might be able to run home faster, but not walk.
