You leave the baker's, having picked up a loaf of bread for the next couple of days, look both ways before crossing the road, suddenly car drops on top of you f

You leave the baker's, having picked up a loaf of bread for the next couple of days, look both ways before crossing the road, suddenly car drops on top of you from above, killing you instantly. If cars are the mode of transport for those who can't tolerate others' presence, flying cars are for those who can't tolerate others' existence.