I don't know if I should read too much into this, but after tonight's Presbytery meeting, I discovered both headlights burnt out. As I left the streetlamp-lit roads of London, I thought to myself, Wow, it's really dark out tonight!
So I was the one driving with my high beams on the entire time, ignoring the helpful flickers of on-coming motorists informing me that my lights were too bright. Sometimes I clicked off to demonstrate my dilemma, assuring them I chose to be a blinding jerk than an idiot in the dark. It's not often I get to be the one who makes that choice.