OH GOD NO! MY EYES!

One of my favorites is in my friend’s 2003 Grand Cherokee. Pressing eject on the tape deck will actually shoot the cassette into the backseat, to everyone’s enjoyment.

My drivers ed instructor reminded me of a 1950s washing machine. He was squat, and square and he only wore pressed short-sleeve button ups in vague pastels. He was loud, but didn’t say anything, and the top of his head was illogically flat.