And then... IT'S HER! She turned into the row at the other end of the lot. It was the blue-rinsed, bowling hatted, peer-over-the-steering-wheel, 70 in the shade, dark-green Maserati driver! She reached the max speed of the lot (20kph) and headed up the road.
And kept going.
The 10-abreast mob realised after a few seconds that Mrs Mazza was not going to slow down. They scattered! Several of them hung on to each other in front of my car. I'd stopped by then, of course, so they were safe. As one of the men walked briskly across the road he gave the two-finger salute to the rear of the Maserati and shouted to his friends "How rude is that?"
Dunno mate, I thought. You tell me.
They all made their way to the footpath and gathered in a knot, blocking that instead.
I wonder if Mrs Maserati has a shopping trolly.
