So, riding home last night, following a Pajero with it's brake lights stuck solidly on. Decide to tell the driver that maybe they want to get that fixed. Unfortunately no traffic lights stop us in time and they turn off a side street, I follow flash my lights and motion to them to pull over. The driver proceeds to drive faster and more erratically. What the hell is going on, I thought. So I follow them and eventually they pull over, and it's a woman at the wheel. I've pulled up alongside. I motion to her to wind the window down, she screams off down the road. Sigh. I follow her another 20 meters where she pulls over again, this time winding it down a crack. "Hi, your brake lights don't work. Its a bit dangerous, so I thought I'd let you know." "oh! Sorry! I thought you were going to carjack me!" I must look really scary or something. Sigh.