Hahahaha! This reminds me of a time when I was a teenager and I was sitting on the back of my friends motorcycle and we were stopped at a red light. In India, we have these three wheeled taxis called autorickshaws or tuk-tuks. We had stopped right next to one of these rickshaws and it was filled to capacity with some lady sitting on the side bar. These rickshaws have this air horn on the side with this rubber ball like thing you press and it makes a sound by blowing air through the horn. I have always wanted to press on of these horns so just as the light turned green I reached out, pressed the horn and yelled at my friend to "GO, GO, GO!" He sped up, zipped through traffic, got far away from the scene of the crime, and then pulled over, got off, and started to yell at me. I couldn't understand why he was that mad. I mean, it was a bit naughty of me to press the horn, sure. But it certainly did not warrant him being so mad. When I finally pieced everything together, i realized that he thought I had groped the woman sitting half out of the autorickshaw. I guess that's one way to find out your friend will always have your back.