Mine own, when in the passenger seat never stops carping - it wouldn't matter if something was heading for me down the centre of the road - it would be my driving. If I had a penny for each quick intake of breath, I'd be a rich woman.
So, who was it then who whisked a bit off our gatepost thus denting and scratching our new car too - the gauntlet has been laid down - the first hint of heavy breathing, bracing, braking, grabbing of door handle from the passenger seat and there will be murder done.
Wicked Little Letters? (funny film of a long-forgotten case)