Irrational fear #382:

People throwing their cigarette butts out the car.

That's not the part that scares me. See, I'm convinced that, one of these times, I'm going to drive over their discarded embers, and my car is going to explode. Maybe my fuel tank is leaking, and a drop hits the still-lit pile of ashes, ignites, and follows the stream of fuel back up to my car. Maybe I'm just crazy.

I know it doesn't make any sense. That's why it's an irrational fear.

But still, I cringe every time I drive over those stupid little orange bouncing embers. Every time.

It's probably just a result of too many action movies.