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I suppose it's puzzling more than irritating but I reserve the right to be irritated.
This morning I went off to the nearby town for the weekly grocery shop and arrived at 0745 as usual.
Traffic was light, the supermarket car park was only about ten per cent occupied and I always park in a far corner as it's convenient for the exit.
Also I have a reasonable expectation of being able to fling the car doors open without worrying about other people's paint work while I load up. Except for this morning.
Having wended my way back to the car there, wedged right up close to it, was a Nissan Juke.
There were acres of space so what in the name of sanity possessed the other party to park next to me?
I should point out that I am not car proud. I drive a 1992 (that's not a typo) VW Passat and it's USP is that it goes.
In all honesty I'm surprised that anyone would want to park next to it.
Is there some sort of primeval herd instinct at work here?
Does David Attenborough have any theories?
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