Guy comes barreling up the alley in his tiny pickup truckette, aimed at the side of my $2000 Junkmobile Special stuck in traffic like misplaced olive in a Jell-o mold, waked up at the last minute and stops with the nose of the thing hanging well intro the traffic lane; I gave 'im the stink-eye and said, "If there was a government agency devoted to hunting down you and anyone who drives like you, and beating them to death with barbed whips, I would work for them for free."
I was indulging in hyperbole, of course. I'd want at least minimum wage.
(See, yet another instance of the general social usefulness of a ban on punishments too outré: we're all idiots behind the wheel at least once).
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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