Sweet Explosive Safety Belts

Dear Manufacturer of My Vehicle,

Tonight I had an abnormally large amount of time on my hands while I waited for Ariana's bus to arrive from London after a day trip to see a play. That's sweet huh? Middle schoolers from the Drama Club going to London for the day to see a matinee of Wicked. Yeah, it's sweet. Do you know what's not sweet? Mother of one of said middle-schoolers waiting around for their child and therefore having the opportunity to notice every. little. thing. inside their vehicle. Would you like to know what I found?

This sweet terrifying little label on my seat belt. What the fuck in my seat belt contains "AN EXPLOSIVE IGNITER"?

Git it Together,

L