Last month (on a slow Sunday no less), I had a female driver in a Prius thoroughly lose her shit in the car when I gently stopped at a red light--she wanted me to gun the yellow-turning-red light. She was flailing her arms psychotically, gripping the steering wheel, shouting potty mouf words to my rear view mirror. She wouldn't stop.
Her boyfriend, in the passenger seat, was looking at her like OMG WTF. He was scared. He probably was thinking, "Yup, she's a keeper, I'm going to marry this girl". 😀
If this is her Sunday behavior, I'd love to see her on Monday. 😱