One day my wife got it. In the car, sitting on the passenger seat constantly distracted by screams of the type: Caution car (bicycle, person) right (left, behind)! Nervous during movement, especially at busy intersections. All the requests not to distract or scare went into the sand. I asked my colleagues if they were jumping like that. Approximately half of them listen to the advice. But the answer is not to delight, but to surprise.



I said to myself:



You’d rather die silently, but don’t scare me.





I told this story to my wife. She looked at me strangely, but it helped, strangely.)