I was an uncle. The kids, two girls, were about 5 - 7, and it was my first time dropping them off at school. This was the near future so self driving remotely piloted cars were a simple fact of life. It was also my father's first time piloting the car, remotely. I'm in the driver's seat, trying to keep the kids happy by chatting to them, while also keeping a close eye on dad's driving. Which is fine and safe, but he takes a wrong turn, and has to perform a 3 point turn using someone's driveway. So this guy opens the door, hes wearing tighty whiteys, a vest, and a dressing gown, he's bald, he looks like someone you'll find at any wetherspoons at 10am on a weekday. He gets all annoyed that I'm using his driveway, and I'm then in this strange position where I have to explain that while yes, I'm in the driver's seat of the car currently in your driveway, performing a 3 point turn, but im actually not driving. Understandable mistake to make and I can't be angry that you think I'm driving because it does look like it. So I have my head out the window trying to explain it, the car is reversing, he doesn't understand, dad is on the intercom complaining, the kids find it hilarious, I'm trying to perform a manual override. It's all quite a lot. Either way, manual override kicks in after we're out of the driveway, I get the kids to school, I make sure they're ok and ready and excited, and I tell them that sometimes life is dumb and weird and silly but you just gotta embrace that and do your best and be brave. They go off to school and I have to think about how to pitch the driving thing to dad and joe and sarah.