I once had a turn indicator relay. I go to the car shop and stand in line. In front of me, the buyer takes some spare parts and communicates friendly with the seller.

I waited for my turn and wondered if they needed me a devis. It is not available but will be ordered tomorrow afternoon.

“Oh,” I say, “I’m going to ride like a fool for two days without turns.

The buyer, withdrawing from charges:

I have been driving this way for three years.

He looks at me unhappy, as if I spit his soul.

I am sorry, man. It was not me who called you that way, it was you who called you that way!