Babylon?

A nice man stopped me on the A39 and asked me my name. He told me it's bad to pass on a double white line and, do you know?, he's got a point. I'd probably say the same. He made me feel stupid, made me reflect. Just doing his job I expect. In the end, though, he just about managed a smile. Though when he left, I thought I'd give him a mile or two. I met another bloke the other day, who looked lost. "Babylon?" "No mate. Jerusalem."