A funny story.
My wife and a co-worker went to an out-of-town a conference for schoolteachers a few years ago. She had a "Bra" on the front of her Subaru which started to come loose on the way home.
She stopped to fix it, and when a trucker called on the CB to ask if "The Little Ladies in the White Four-Wheeler" were OK, her compatriot replied "We're alright. My Bra strap broke and we stopped to fix it."
Every eighteen-wheeler brake light for 10 miles around instantly lit up.