Nothing's funnier than a 5'4" woman behind the wheel of an Explorer.

I'd argue that there's nothing scarier. Because, 95% of the time, in my experience, at the same time that she's trying to peek over the steering wheel, she's also putting on makeup, talking on the phone, and either swatting at her kids or ignoring them while letting them crawl all over her. And that assumes that there's not a cat or toy dog sitting on top of her head.