Two anecdotes from today's walk to the shops.

One large female, smoking in her stationary executive car directs her young son at the kerbside. "Ready, honey, put the cones in the space when I pull out." (Like a good citizen? I don't think so.) If you want a guaranteed parking spot outside your house, lady, move to the country, or stomp up tens of thousands of dollars for your own garage.

An obscenely huge SUV sporting gold trim and monster wheels screeches round the corner at a junction. Well, blow me, that light was on red. But it doesn't matter, the large lady at the wheel of the Escalade is obviously in a hurry, taking her sister to the obesity clinic. That seems to be the only justification for that particular driving indiscretion, because ignorant arrogant Escalade driver is too sweeping a judgement call!