While driving one night there was a car across the intersection with its lights off:
Jeanine: Flash your lights at him.
Dana: No! He might be a Terminator and think, "He just flashed his lights at me so I'M GOING TO KILL THEM."
Jeanine: OR he'll think, "oh shit, my lights are off" and turn them on.
Dana: OR HE'S A TERMINATOR. I just saved your life.
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