We are not amused ...
DOING the weekly shop, I cruised for parking along the designated parent-and-child section. Halfway, a frazzled woman was packing the last bag into her car. She then hauled two tired children into their car seats. There’s a common sign language: she waved to acknowledge me, I waved back to say ‘I know what it’s like’.
Then the beeping and flashing commenced. In the 30 seconds it took that mum to pack up, reverse out and for me to take her space, the young male in the car behind me engaged in a display of son et lumiere worthy of the Olympic opening ceremony. He acted like I was lying on the road blocking an ambulance of injured kittens, yet he had time to make obscene gestures at me in front of my two children.
