I'm a lucky dawg
I'm driving homeward last night, and there's this newer mustang that seems to be aching to race me at one stop light, but I demure.
He cuts me off, and I'm half a breath away from zipping up along side, flippin the bird, and showing him just how pointless trying to race me would have been, when a third car flies off a side street and cuts off the mustang ahead of me.
I had moved a lane over to avoid rear-ending the hard-breaking mustang, then look in my mirror to see that the 'stang was an undercover cop, who lights up and goes after the off-cuter.
Thanks stupid buddy, you saved me from myself.