No, it's actually been the case, that if dozens of people are doing something wrong, and I join in for any reason, I will be the one who happens to be in the direct line of sight when the authority figure chances to arrive.

I do also have a very strong sense of morality, part of which I was taught, but part of which seems to be genetic. But the phenomenon of the invisible-to-me flashing light has repeatedly been shown to be all too real.

Oh, yes I see, maybe it's because the others are more prone to commit the act so are less nervous of being caught. Your the one with the guilty look because you care more?

Maybe sometimes, but here's a true story from my early childhood that shows what I mean.

I was living in Richmond, so near the Thames, that the pond in front of our house was regularly filled and emptied by the tides from that great river. I went to school by walking a few blocks to the East, where there was a small private British school, run by a husband and wife named Spry (it's still there).

One day, a new fad started up, I have no idea how, amongst the school children, having something to do with boys seeing girls underpants. Since I was always the shy and introverted type, I only became aware of it as a hubbub began around me in the playground, with lots of children darting about and chattering about it all. I remember I found it confusing, silly, and certainly embarrassing, since I was aware that there was a general rule about seeing anyone's underwear being a "bad" thing, so I was simply keeping quiet and waiting for recess to be over, to go back to class. Suddenly, one of the girls ran up to where I was sitting, and asked if I'd like to see her undies. I was too polite and confused to refuse, so I said okay, and she "flashed" me, briefly flipping her uniform skirt up in front, with a huge grin on her face. She was obviously having a fun time with this game.

At that ONE moment, the school Principal came striding out into the play area to discover what the commotion was about, just in time to see "The American" (as I was known there) being flashed. He instantly called loudly for me to come to the office for discipline, having seen none of the rest of the silliness which had preceded my small "event" by at least a half hour. I was the only one who received attention of the "authorities" that day.

Similar events happened many times since. I don't actually ALWAYS get caught by any means, but I do end up like some friends of mine who also generally behave themselves: it's fairly common here for people to drive over the posted speed limits. There is an unwritten "rule" that everyone is supposed to drive five miles over the posted limit at all times and on the major limited access highways, that tends to stretch to ten miles, and even more, when no obvious police cars are about. Every now and then, especially on bright sunny days, it reaches the point where people are driving collectively at twenty miles over the limit, and it becomes dangerous to drive anywhere near the legal limit.

When the police do arrive on the scene, the people who they are most likely to chase down and pull over, are the ones who are speeding the LEAST, because they are easiest to catch. My father in law was among the many I have known who complained dryly afterwards that they wished that they weren't as well behaved as they were, because the police didn't bother with the ones who were going ninety in the sixty zone, only the ones who were going seventy.