Tyred

We were out in the motor today. A car approached us at some speed from the opposite direction. I was shocked, not at the velocity but because the woman in the passenger seat was yawning. She was brazenly yawning, she did not hold her hand to shield her gaping mouth. Why are cars capsules against polite society? Why do people think they can do stuff in them that they would not get away with in company? Men pick their noses, young girls sing at the top of their voices, labourers rearrange their genitals, old men suck on Worthers Originals whilst fingering their ears. Why is it that whatever happens in the Vauxhall stays in the Vauxhall?