With cars, I either hide from them, or else I refuse to hide from the car, but I still get nervous right before it passes like the motor is getting louder because it's going AT me, not past me. Then when they pass, I wonder what would happen if a car really drove at me. I guess I would jump upwards and land on the dashboard, although I would most likely run as far away from the road as possible. Actually, I only think they're going to hit me when I'm on a vacant road, and nobody is around. But if someone tried to hit me, I would also wonder why. Maybe they're drunk or smoking marijuana. Maybe I'm the only one who can keep them from achieving world domination, and they need to kill me! Then I imagine scenes that would appear in a movie based on a book that I wrote about all the stuff I imagine... then I snap back into reality and go on with my unexciting life. That's probably the most pizazz in my life.
If chickens had lips, could they whistle?
