We've had this conversation before. I said, "Are you going to stop at the stop sign?", in a worried voice. It was to late.

My belt tightened as he slammed on the brakes. By then we were in the middle of the street stopped. Lucky for us it was clear.

"Isn't this the same stop sign you had a wreck at years earlier, but you were going the other way and a lady, like you, didn't stop at the stop sign?" He looks at me still in shock that he created an error, throws it back in gear and we are moving again.