I was sitting in my car listening to a cracking episode of The Archers when I noticed a Honda Jazz enter the car park, sending a shiver down my spine. Unfortunately, my fears were quickly realised as the driver proceeded to demonstrate that they were far less adept behind the wheel of a Jazz than James May’s mother.
Firstly, they nearly transferred some of their paint onto my front bumper as they pulled into the adjacent bay, before stopping with no more than a 30-centimetre gap between our vehicles. The passenger then opened their door, had a gander, and seemingly came to the conclusion that there was more than enough space to exit, slamming their door into mine in the process. As soon as they were out, the driver gingerly reversed out of the space and headed off (probably to the local bowls club), leaving me with a couple of burning questions:
1. How big was the dent in my door?
2. Why go through the palaver of attempting to park when you're just dropping someone off?
Anyway, now I've got five minutes of The Archers to catch up on.
parks in middle of road and blares horn constantly. inconsiderate.