Haha, I have a spider story
My uncle is a driving instructor and used to also run a car dealership/garage. So one time my parents' car was in for repairs (after I'd crashed it, ahem) we had his teaching car, with dual controls, as the replacement 'courtesy car'. I was driving this, in moderately dense traffic, with my sister (who must've been 15 or 16 at the time) in the passenger seat. Suddenly the car started accelerating inexplicably; after a few seconds I twigged and pushed the clutch in, causing the engine to scream up to its redline. At which point I fully twigged and screamed at my sister to take her foot off the dual-control accelerator, which she'd not noticed she was standing on. This was because she was too busy panicking about the microscopic spider crawling down the windscreen in front of her.
(julius, Sun 25 Apr 2010, 22:05, Reply)