I broke down and test drove one of the new Toyota Prias... freakin' sweet. Everything in this car, voice recognition on everything, including the stereo. I say "soul", it starts playing old school R&B. "Rock" makes it switch to rock and roll.
So I and the Toyota guy are cruising along some side streets, and some kids run out in front of the car. I hit the brakes (good brakes); the dealer guy, in a rare fit of non-plastic-grin, says, "Fucking kids."
About a minute afterward, I notice the radio'd switched to Michael Jackson.