I remember when I was 19 and started a job, there was an old lady with purple hair. She was the spitting image of Phyllis Pearce from Coronation Street. The first day driving back, I was doing 60 in a 60 zone, looked in my rearview to see this tiny car overtaking cars one by one. Thinking "whose this idiot" then when the car was finally behind me, I saw the hair and realized it was the old lady. She wasted no time in overtaking me. Never laughed so much in my life and since at someone driving like a lunatic, it was surreal.