To be completely fair, I wouldn’t know how to react either. But it would be with a lot more cursing and anger, and a lot less squealing and omgzzzz’ing. Absolute gold when he goes “where are the copppppppps” in his whiney little voice, as if that would stop his car from being an inferno on the side of the road. Just try to think about this guy. All psyched about his new Mercedes (ever heard of it?), thinking he’s hot shit, and next thing he knows it’s a bonfire on the shoulder.
The best part though are these guys who thought about helping for a split second. The sequence is too perfect:
“Hey your night can’t get any worse, right?”
“Welp, see ya later”
Not for nothing, but you know the number of times my 2001 Accord has lit on fire on the side of the road? Zero times. Scorefuckingboard, bitch. Sure there are all sorts of check engine lights and the airbag was recalled, but at least I don’t need a firetruck every time I try to drive it.