WHO NEEDS INDICATORS?
If Coconut had not seen it with his own tired eyes he wouldn’t have believed it was possible. But there it was, a little white car, being driven furiously around a roundabout — twice! — without once disturbing the indicator switches. Not a flicker, not a hint of the determined final destination of this little roundabout satellite. All traffic from every vector had come to a halt while this angry demonstration proceeded until, we don’t know, perhaps a voice from the GPS finally told this man which exit to take or he finally surrendered to a voice from the back seat. Or the centrifugal force got too much and he just slingshotted off into any old exit. Anyway, it was good to see the back of this blinking (but blinkerless) twerp. Coconut can’t wait until driverless cars hit the road. Presumably a robot will have a perfectly clear sense of when the indicators might be need to be deployed. shot himself in the crotch after sitting on his gun. Another unlucky Floridian, ironically named Jason Trigger, shot himself when his handgun fell onto the ground and went off.