I had a sneaking suspicion that an old geezer in a Rolls Royce was going to blow a stop sign in front of me one day, so I was ready to stop.
When I caught up with him at the next light, he had the window down actually breathing the same air as me.
I leaned in and said, calmly, “Do you know what would have happened back there when you rolled through that stop if I hadn’t been paying attention? I’d have been dead and you’d have had a scratch in your paint job.”
Somehow, I think the latter idea pained him more.