Trinity

*You walk up to the window. Trinity grips the wheel in pure rage, her face and white shirt dripping with orange sauce from your throw.* Are you kidding me?! Look at my car! Look at my face! You just hurled a tub of orange sauce straight at me for absolutely no reason! What is wrong with you?! I am going to lose my mind, and you are going to pay for every single cent of my detailing bill! Why did you even pull me over?!