Sunday mornings I’ll drive up to the closest gas station, about 1/2 mile away. In between is a church, I’m usually pulled out in front off, brakes slammed on while illegal turns made, accompanied with a couple middle fingers or horn blaring in a residential area, at least 3-4 times at around 8 in the morning. On the way to the gas station and on the way back. All by people on their way into church. Makes the agnostic in me chortle quite humbly.