There are more and more cars in and around Auckland these days with just one person in them. We'd all better rectify this before some social-engineering local council flunky stops navel-gazing and notices, then demands we all car-pool. Can you imagine? Each morning would resemble an episode of Dr Phil.Some stranger sitting beside you would harp on about their innermost secrets, or a shrill woman would bang on about what the hairdresser's done to her hair and how misunderstood Paris what's her name is, or how cold and wet it is. If I hear one more person go on about the weather I will commit justifiable homicide. Let me explain it to you just this once: IT IS WINTER, AND IT IS COLD AND WET IN WINTER. Who's going to drive? We all think we're better than the next person, just watch the number of in-car arguments. How do you tell a stranger their car's a cesspit and should have been condemned years ago; they're a rubbish driver and you're too young to die, and is that baby sick/crap/food on the seat? The point of driving to work alone is that you can listen to the music you want, pick your nose, not listen to anyone else or whatever. Me, I like my own space, if I want to share, I'll catch the bus.
