Mr. Smith is riding through Manhattan with a reckless cab driver. At the first intersection they come to, the cab driver runs a red light.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” Mr. Smith yells. “That was a red light!”

“Don’t worry, fella,” the cabbie replies, “My brother drives a cab too, and he does that all the time.”

Mr. Smith grits his teeth and tries to remain calm, but he loses his cool when the driver runs a second red light.

“Are you insane? You’re just asking for trouble,” he yells.

“I know what I’m doing, man,” says the cabbie. “My brother runs red lights all the time, and nothing’s ever happened to him.”

At the third intersection, the cabbie slows down and stops at a green light.

“What’s your problem?” the passenger asks. “The light’s green!”

“Yeah,” says the cabbie, “but you neve…