This is a true story about my dad.

My pop-pop, my dad's dad, used to have this button in his old car that turned on  the lights of the car, but it was on the floor.  He called this button the fiddlehopper.  He would press it with his foot and he would say "look, i can turn the lights on," while holding his hands up like he didn't press a button. Once when my dad was little, at the arts center, my mom-mom had to run in to get something.  While she was inside, my dad was alone in the care and he wondered where the fiddlehopper was.  Back then, they didn't use seat belts, so my dad got out of his seat and got in the front and searched for the fiddlehopper.  He knew it was on the floor somewhere.  So, he started to push bottons on the floor.  One of the buttons he pressed was the emergency brake release, so the brake was turned off.  The car started moving. This other lady saw the car moving with one little kid in it so she put her car in front of my dads car and so my dad's car hit her car.  They had to pay her money to get her car fixed.   The end.