This morning, I dreamed about being in two car collisions,
so I was being more careful today.
Lady, why are you going down the middle of the lane and trying to turn short of the concrete island where I happen to be driving?
My presence, I’m sure, is the offense and justifies her haughty and bewildered expression.
Fortunately, the lady stared a bit longer then went on her way with nothing further done or said.