Several years ago I was riding a bicycle in this little Wyoming town. I was crossing a bridge, and there were no shoulders, so I had to ride right along the white line, partially in the lane. A guy drives past me in a car, and he has to move over into the other lane a bit to avoid me (which wasn't a problem, since there was no one else in that lane). After passing me, he opens his car door, leans out, and faces back at me so he can yell, "Get off the damn road!" Of course, he's doing all this while driving, so he comes incredibly close to actually falling out of the car. He just barely managed to pull himself back in, swerving wildly as he does because he's pulling himself in by the steering wheel. So what he actually yelled was something like, "Get off the damn rowohWOHWOHwoed!" (*door slam*)
I was laughing so hard I had to pull my bike over and stop. I was really, really disappointed that he didn't actually fall out. If he had, I would have ridden my bike up to where he lay on the pavement, looked down at him, and yelled, "Get off the damn road!"
I'm not a procrastinator. I'm a long-term planner.