sign o' the times

I'm driving along this afternoon deciding who to crush and who I'll spare when somebody throws a spanner right into the middle of my poor excuse for a thought process. I've decided to run right over the top of the car I'm catching up to. Catching it quite quickly now; hardly any sport at all in this one. Drawing close now, it's go time. Closing in for the kill now. ...Here...we ....OH NOO. I can't. The little sign in the window prevents me from success. Baby on Board Just in time I see it. Funny thing; baby is nowhere to be seen. If a baby is indeed on board the "craft" in front of me, it could well be trapped inside the trunk. Or perhaps it's a preemie that's been left inside the console or glove box (ever see gloves in a glove box? Ever?). I start flashing my lights and sounding the horn. Baby must be saved. The driver on board is having none of this. He's going faster and faster. I can't catch him. What's going on here? A kidnapping perhaps? Is there an Amber Alert? Just when I thought all hope was lost, I see a police car on the shoulder up ahead. The traffic  slows from warp speed to a near crawl. I find myself behind the hidden baby craft. I once again try to gain the attention of the driver on board but he gives me the finger! Probably should've stuck to "Plan A" and driven right over the car with no visible baby on board to squash the driver on board. That's what I tend to do when I don't see a little yellow sign.