Past rant: Woman who's car had a pebble in the throttle linkage. Panics, decides calling 911 is the answer. Gets a woman dispatcher who says "I'm not a mechanic".
10 minutes later -that's right, TEN MINUTES LATER- blows through a red at an intersection and rams a husband and wife on a motorcycle.
More recent but I hadn't ranted on it yet: Three college girls and a dog in N. Dakota out stargazing in a Jeep drive into a pond in the dark. Do they open the doors and get out? No. Open windows and get out? No. Wait until water pressure is relieved and get out? No. They whip out their cell phones and call their friends. Then die. Yup. In 10 feet of water.
Then there's this cop, who of all people, should know how to get that thing stopped. But nooooooo, whipping out the cell phone is today's solution to EVERYTHING.
Can you imagine if the pilots that landed that passenger jet in the Hudson River had little panic fits into their cell phones when those engines quit instead of taking care of business?
Sorry, but I've had floormats get into where they didn't belong before and what I found works in that situation is to reach down, grab that damned mat, and pull it out of the way. Then, when stopped, straighten it out all neat and tidy.