An old guy from the countryside visits New York for the first time. He’s never seen so many cars, and he’s never been in one.
He gets into a cab and starts asking the driver questions.
“What’s that wheel for?”
“That’s the steering wheel,” the driver says. “It lets me change direction.” He gives a quick demonstration, turning down a side street.
“What about that button?”
“That’s the horn. I use it to warn people.” He honks twice.
“And what’s that?” the old man asks, pointing at the Mercedes emblem on the hood.
“That’s a sight,” says the driver, deciding to have some fun. “It helps me aim at the people I want to run over.”
With that, he lines up a pedestrian crossing the street, speeds up, then swerves at the last second.
Suddenly… Bang! A loud crash comes from the side of the car.
“Well,” says the old man, “you’ve got all these fancy gadgets, but you would’ve missed him if I hadn’t opened the door.”
