... on Alpharetta Highway: If you are going to send someone out with one of your flash rides, you might want to make sure that there's actually gas - sorry, sorry: petrol - in the tank. Otherwise he might die blocking the turn lane here I want to, you know, turn.
And an extra pro-tip to the guy who's bringing him some gas - sorry, sorry, petrol: it's bad form to come up so close to me from behind that you're almost kissing my bumper. Sure, you're trying to get Mr. Bigshot rolling again, but if you had left ten feet I could have backed up and gone around him rather than being forced to wait.
In future if you could endeavor not to live down to all my worst expectations about Jaguar - insufferable stupid rich dudes and the arrogant toadies who tend to their automobiles that are broken down on the side of the road - I'd be very much appreciative.