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A pilgrim-driver had his whole dashboard plastered with little icons. He’s tearing down a pothole-riddled road, breaking every rule in the book, cutting people off. Finally the passenger snaps:
– Listen, do you seriously think those icons are gonna save you if you fly into oncoming traffic?
The driver, all important:
– Of course! My guardian angel’s got my back!
And then, all of a sudden, a quiet little voice comes from the corner near one of the icons:
– Hey… slow down! At this speed I can’t keep up with you. I’m an angel, not a supersonic fighter jet!