I used to ride to work in a crummy driven by a hooktender who would go out of his way to run over wild rabbits, chipmonks, and squirrels. He would laugh when he did it, and then look over at the other guys who were riding in the front seat with him, at that point, they were expected to laugh too. If they didn't, they knew they would get some real shitty job for the day.
               It happened to me once; I got a shitty job. After that, I always rode in one of the back seats.