found myself diligently indicating right and then left as I exited as if Berni himself were perched on my shoulder like some ghastly little judgemental goblin.
The only sign of approval he gave was a grim, barely perceptible nod with the certainty he would continue to monitor me in perpetuity.
It’s good to see I’m making you a better person, h.
I deliberately refused to signal at a roundabout going home last night just because of Berni. And as I did it, I said to myself, so the person wanting to enter might have to wait an additional second. Big deal. Tosser.