Whilst I was padlocking my bicycle, I noticed a car patiently waiting for someone to come out of a space in the busy car park, so that she could drive in. Then a yob approached, music blaring out of open windows, and darted the wrong way round the adjacent row and nipped into the space. The pensioner looked non-plussed at this shameful behaviour, but drove off in search of another vacant spot. The yob got out of his car, shouting into his phone, and swearing loudly. When I returned two hours later, he was on his knees changing his tyre.
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