The Invisible Truck

For various reasons I've been driving my husband's work truck this week. And nobody can see me. Well, not nobody, but nobody who would normally see me, not my friends as I pass them on the road, not the mothers outside the school. They don't even look to see who's driving like they might if I was driving a Mum car. It feels like I'm invisible. It's different and kind of nice. And I've also noticed the surprise on strangers' faces when they see me pull up somewhere and jump out of the truck. Certainly it's got me thinking anout expectations, how we see what we want to see, filter out what we don't think is relevant, and how we make judgements based on external clues. Wonder how I'd go on a Harley?