Remember that feeling when you'd drop a lit cigarette while driving, and it would roll under the seat, and there was traffic, and you'd reach under the seat, touch the hot part getting a burn on a fingertip, but succeed only in bumping it farther away, so you'd have to urgently try to cut across three lanes, and stop roadside, getting out so you could reach the floor in the back of the car and retrieve the cigarette, hoping that the hole in the carpeting wouldn't be too bad?
That feeling sucked.
I'd finish smoking the cigarette though.