So some dude just drove up my street, and his tires were literally burning. They were smoking, there was smoke everywhere, and even worse, it smelled like rubber. How did this guy not notice? So I'm just sitting there, watching him pass by, and I was fighting this overwhelming urge to run up to this guy's car and say,

"Uh, sir, your tires are literally on fire. Like, literally on fire. Do you not see this?"

And then it probably would have continued like this:

"Sir? Sir? SIR? DON'T DRIVE AWAY! YOUR TIRES ARE BURNING, THIS IS SERIOUS! SIR, COME BACK HERE! SIR!"

I was actually considering running after him, but he was driving too fast, so I just thought 'screw this', and continued sitting at my computer and watching random, useless stuff.

I'm so productive and such a good person.

I'm also expecting to hear a loud bang from the tires any minute now...

Any minute now...

Soon...

Nope...

Too bad. I do love me a good explosion or two.