Just delivered the Panda to the garage at the bottom of the road, for an MOT. Whilst sitting in the car, waiting for them to open, a BMW X6 arrived. That's the enormous SUV coupe thing, that looks like it has been sat on. Little else shouts ego as loudly, as even the over-large pickups are more subtle. Driver is sporting dark sunglasses, and a white baseball cap. There's a profile there, in everyone's heads.
There were two spaces beside me, and three more along the other side of the building. Struggling with the choice, he sat, blocking the road into the business park, while the second brain cell woke up to join the first. He then swung it forwards into the space next to mine, or at least mostly. Then comes a reverse and reposition, without thinking there might be passing traffic behind. Thankfully, they avoided him.
When the doors to the garage were unlocked, he was in like a shot, "must get in front" syndrome operating even when out of the car. So I'm third in the queue, no pressure. BMW is in for MOT and a full service. He's just about to leave, and decides to ask when it will be ready. MOT, full service, around 10am. That's 2 hours, seems good to me. BMW man looked pained, and wandered out mumbling. Receptionist looked puzzled, and with the look of someone who'd seen it before.
My turn. "Panda for an MOT. Is it ready yet?" Cheered them all up a bit. No hurries, I'll be back at teatime. Soon, I have to choose one of the other vehicles in the fleet, for a 40 mile journey to Chippenham. Oh, the pressure of having to choose.