Tell me about it (safety in public these days); there seems to be two to four crazies a day trying to run me off the road as they attempt to fly by at 120 miles per hour on a 55...until I pull out the camera, then they get scared "for some reason, as if they did something wrong and don't want their face and plate reported."
I can tell it's not you; you would be panicking if it was, and besides that's alcohol, not laced fentanyl like they were uisng. Plus you forgot to put the cheese on my car (Disclaimer: sarcastic joke).