I hope one day she's in her car in traffic, and she idly looks at the instrument panel and thinks 'My, that's a clear piece of glass in front of my fuel gauge, I can't even see it!', and then produces her index finger and slowly closes in on the needle, only to realise at the last minute that the real reason she can't see the glass is because there is no glass at all, and simultaneously her finger contacts the needle and knocks it off its mount, and whilst she scrabbles to collect it from the little nook it's now embedded in, the lights change and she has to drive off, and when she pulls over to replace the needle she can't be sure exactly where it was pointing, so she has to go and fill the car up and reset the needle towards 'F', and for months afterward she's paranoid about running out of petrol because she might've damaged the needle.
I hope one day she's in her car in traffic, and she idly looks at the instrument panel and thinks 'My, that's a clear piece of glass in front of my fuel gauge, I can't even see it!', and then produces her index finger and slowly closes in on the needle, only to realise at the last minute that the real reason she can't see the glass is because there is no glass at all, and simultaneously her finger contacts the needle and knocks it off its mount, and whilst she scrabbles to collect it from the little nook it's now embedded in, the lights change and she has to drive off, and when she pulls over to replace the needle she can't be sure exactly where it was pointing, so she has to go and fill the car up and reset the needle towards 'F', and for months afterward she's paranoid about running out of petrol because she might've damaged the needle.