Woman: Hey. Are you leaving now? [ Y . . . Yeah.] Could you give me a ride to the train station?
Man: Sure. Get in.
Woman: Oh, I’m glad I caught you. My train leaves in about 20 minutes, and I don’t have time to walk there.
Man: Yeah, well, no problem. Oh, I just got a text from my mom about her doctor’s appointment.
Woman: Wait. You’re not gonna text and drive, are you?
Man: Yeah. I’m pretty good at it. Watch! Now, look here . . .
Woman: No, no. Hey, hey, hey, to be honest, I feel uncomfortable with you trying to do both at the same time . . . and it is against the law.
Man: I’ve had a lot of practice.
Woman: No, really, really. I’ll just walk. Pull over. I can catch the next train.
Man: No, no, no. I’m almost finished with this text . . . just a second.
Woman: Watch out!! [Scream]
Man: AHHHH! Oh, no. My car.
Woman: Oh, no. OH NO!! Forget your car. The driver of the other car looks like a pro wrestler, and boy, does he look angry. Oh, no, oh no. He just punched that light pole and smashed his car window with his fist.
Man: Oh, Hey, uh switch me seats?
Woman: No. Forget it. I think it would be a good time for you to text or call the police.
Man: Augh.