Sometimes it's best to read all of the instructions before
trying to use a device that you intend to have save you some time. I heard a
story about some guy who bought himself a camper van and seeing that it had
cruise control, decided to go for a drive. Now we sane people know that this
simply means that the vehicle will maintain its speed without you having to
dick about with the pedals. But this golden fuck-nugget bought the thing under
the assumption that cruise control meant autopilot and that he'd never need to
steer again. So the dipshit went for his drive, popped on the cruise control,
and without so much as a test, went to the back to make himself a cup of tea.
Cut to one minute later when the road hits a bend, and suddenly Dopey the Dick
finds himself smashed to buggery and on his way to the hospital. I think he
then sued the makers of his vehicle, presumably on the grounds that he's a
braindead, fucking, numpty.