You Never Know What Someone Might Be Carrying
A few weeks ago, I was driving and was a little hesitant on a roundabout because it wasn’t clear what the car who had the right of way was doing. Nothing major, but enough to trigger a full-blown outburst from the woman in the car behind me. She was middle-aged, driving a sensible hatchback. The kind of person you might imagine smiling at you in a shop queue.