A few years ago, a lady pulled up along side me at a signal and I noticed her purse sitting on top of her car. I ran along about 4 blocks trying to get her to pull over--blew horn, motioned, yelled, etc. Poor lady looked scared to death, but I did not want to give up as I had no idea how far she had to go or how big a problem it woud be for her to loose it. Kept hoping a cop would come to my assistance; she finally pulled over and when I pulled along side her, she rolled her window down about 2 inches and looked ready to hit the gas.
I just asked, "where is your purse?"; she was out of the car like a streak, and I had a budy!
Vaughn