My sister’s sister works at the prosecutor’s office. Once she asked me to take her from work and take her servant.
My sister sat in the back seat and my friend was next to me.
I touch her and ask her:
Close up please.
I get the answer:
No need, I have a certificate.
I hit the brake pedal with my foot, her mouth hits the panel.
To the reasonable question I asked, “Well, did the certificate help?” I was called psychic and left the car.