To get back to the old people who stopped at the cemetery, how do you know they were looking at a squirrel? Perhaps they saw a ghost or a revenant. There could be a great folk song here, but it will be hard to think of a rhyme for "curry delivery."

And you, were you tailgating? Are you one of those people who tailgate a little old driver, then get angry when you've boxed yourself in? Driving is like chess. You should always be thinking a number of moves ahead.