Goody, humans. Welcome to the safe space for dangerous ideas. And I'm not feeling very safe

today. I'm not feeling safe at all. My world has been shattered by, I don't want to say,

I don't want to swear on this show, but he's a good for nothing. He's a good for nothing

consign it. Let me tell you what happened. And there's a bigger story in this,

by the way. So I'll tell you what's going to happen today on the soapbox. I'm going to give you two

fantastic vehicular rants, rants of the vehicular kind. That's what's got me hot under the collar.

It's a vehicular issue that I'm having. Then I'll give you two brief science stories that have crossed my desk this week,

which are fascinating.

They involve drone guns and sharks.

And then I'll play a little of an argument I had with a tarot reader.

So this is a little cavalcade.

This is a smorgasbord, if you will, of delights, of Zepsy and Delights. So about a year ago, the family's in the car. I'm driving. We're busy. I can't remember why. But I remember I was frustrated and I was busy. And I'm in a very narrow cul-de-sac. And I'm trying to do a three-point turn just to turn around and get back

out of the street. And I'm not traveling fast at all. It's a tiny, we're traveling at one half of a kilometer an hour. It's just, and I just feel a little bump. I'm like, oh, did I just touch that car? Did I just bump a car? So I stop. It's a parked car, right? They're kind of angled to the street, you know, so they're all sticking out every which way. And I'm trying to do a three-point turn like Austin Powers in the movie where, you know, there's no room. I'm like, oh, so I stop, I get out. I can't quite tell. There's like it, there's what looks like it could be an indentation, but the car isn't that greater car anyway anyway, so it may have just had a little indentation, and I'm not even sure if I did hit it, and I'm not even sure if that's the spot where I would have hit it. So I get back in the car, and Sean, my husband, being a better person than I am, says, you're going to leave a note, right? And I'm like, well, of course I was always going to leave a note.

It never crossed my mind not to leave a note for a thing I may not have done.

So, Sean writes the note, puts his name to it, puts his phone number on, slips it under the windscreen, says, look, we touched your car, call us if there's a problem. Next day or later that day we get a call. It's a long time ago now. I don't remember when the call came, but the call comes. The guy goes, look, I can barely see anything. But, you know, I'm taking it into the garage anyway for a service. I'll get them to look at it.

If there's any problem, I'll give you a call.

Thank you.

He says, thank you for being the kind upstanding people who would leave a note on a

stranger's windshield.

Well, I don't know if you've heard the phrase, no good deed goes unpunished, ladies and

general persons, but you can probably see where this is going. So anyway, we don't hear back, nothing. We think, all right, that was fine. Six months later, six months later, we get a call from him again. He says, I'd like to get it fixed. I'm going to get it fixed. I've got to get it fixed. It's, you know, The bump is still there, he says. It was there, then it wasn't there.

It popped back out and then it popped back in. I didn't know that bumps could do that. I mean, some bumps, sure. Maybe if it was a bump like made of a soap bubble, but a bump on a metal. I don't know. But anyway, I take his word for it. Okay, he wants to get his bump fixed. It's six months later.

...