As I pulled in to the car park this morning at a village supermarket to get some milk and provisions, I was aware that the only space to park was next to a very expensive Porsche, with the roof down and the driver sat on his mobile phone, both he and his passenger wearing shades and looking "cool", but also a bit sort of "obvious", a little like they were flaunting it and wanted to be seen.
As I got out of the car I could hear the driver reading out phone numbers to his passenger that she was diligently copying down. "Sounded important", I thought, and in I went to get my provisions.
Well, for reasons that are far to boring to explain, I was in the shop for about 25 minutes. When I came out I could see the man was still on his phone and the tone of his voice was getting ever more desperate. As I walked slowly back, I fiddled with my keys to take a little longer and be able to hear more of the man's conversation.
"What do you mean you can't get one till Monday", he said. "I've tried everywhere. The only place that has one I need is in Suffolk and every other place is closed. I'm stuck in a car park miles from home and I can't drive anywhere. This is going to cost me a fortune", he added.
Then, I looked down and realised his back tire was flat, yes, he was phoning around trying to get some sort of specialist low profile sports car tyre and couldn't get one.
At that moment I was very pleased that I was in a Skoda with a spare tyre in the boot. I felt a bit like telling him he needed a more practical (perhaps more fuel efficient ?) car. As I drove off on my way I did smile. I know I shouldn't have done.