To the day she died, when Mom was in a car as a passenger, her arm would extend over whoever might be seated next to her - each and every time the driver would touch the brake pedal.
She had dementia, but this was one of those "it stuck" responses that never left her.
Aw. Poor mom. I also remember the days before bucket seats - when all the kids would pile in the front seat with mother at the wheel. In those days, kids hated sitting in the backseat...because it was hot.
I also remember a time when mothers would drop off kids to school wearing only their nightgowns. There’s an episode of The Dick Van Dyke Show where this happens.