My parents are off on a vacation. And apparently are having more excitement than they anticipated. Taking the Scenic Route from Point A to Point B took them over a 9900' pass and right into a snow-storm. Sure they're driving "Big Red" (the Dodge Ram pick-up), but they didn't take snow tires or chains. Still, they made it over the pass and were headed down the other side when they had a close encounter of the absurd kind.
If I got the story straight, here's what happened.
Two very stupid people had gotten their vehicles stuck across the road from each other, and then had gotten out of their vehicles and were standing in the road - you know, in case anyone passing by might fail to realize that they were in distress - in the gap between the cars. In a snow-storm. On a steep road.
Get the picture?
Move, you morons!
As my parents came slipping and sliding down the road toward them, The Stupid Ones apparently could not comprehend that even anti-lock brakes can't stop a big truck, (with a lot of momentum, on a slick road), on a dime.
The options were pretty limited. Though the truck was slowing, there was no way to stop it that quickly, but Dad figured he could get the truck stopped beyond them and would offer assistance.
So, as he skillfully managed to thread the needle between The Stupid Ones and their cars, they quickly pooled all their intelligence and courage...
and flipped him off.
Then they watched him drive away.
I was going to say, "A word to the wise..." but, in the words of Bill Cosby, "A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones that need the advice."