One time I was riding in my brother's '86 Trans Am on the Interstate, and he had a little American flag on his antenna. We were going like 80mph and he's like, "Hey, that flag looks like it's gonna fly off! Quick, grab it!". I proceed to climb out the window and lean over and get the flag! He's freaking out, telling me to get back in, blahblahblah. I get back in, he yells, "What the heck were you thinking? Why'd you do that? You coulda been killed!". I just answered, "You told me to get the flag!". He was like, "I WAS JOKING!". I said, "YOU NEED TO BE SPECIFIC WITH ME!". That was the quietest trip home ever.