Little and Large

I just don't see the point in such huge vehicles, especially in the city. Actually, no, I do see the point, they're status symbols. They're screaming out that you have made it. They're ostentation on wheels for people who desperately crave the adulation of others for having had the capacity to make enough money to be able to buy one of them. They're a potent symbol of the narcissistic ego-driven shallow lives that people aim for.

Oh, but I need it to carry loads of stuff, they cry. Well get a bloody estate car, it'll have more space inside, more space on the roof. Stop making excuses. Own up to a failure to address your own inadequacies through any other option that buying the biggest shopping trolley you can imagine. Consider your anti-social contribution to the planet. Consider that if you had a larger appendage you wouldn't feel the need to indulge in so very clear and obvious extension attempts.

Good day today. Work inbox halved. Brother popped in for a bite to eat on his way north after passing his motorbike test. Knackered from Taiko. List things ticked off. Little car photographed by people walking down the street in the way a ginormous Bentley status symbol wouldn't be. If you want attention, I think I'm doing it better.