Looking at My Friend’s Butthole

It's a very specific situation. What if you see— you're driving down and you see 10 teenage boys on the side with a, with a basketball and they're ready to throw it at your car, right? Right, right. I see it way ahead of time. I go, I'm gonna fucking stop. Bu…

Can't see the mischievous look in their eyes.

Exactly, so what does it do there? You're sleeping in your car 'cause you have a long road trip, and now you get hit by a basketball that you could have avoided if you were up.

I know it's a very specific situation, but like, things like road rage, like, you know what I mean? Like, how do you—

I see your point.

How do you count for other people on the road that are thinking different things than you?