Drive My Cornetto.
Yesterday, a man
drove past me whilst eating a Cornetto. His nonchalance was impressive.
Not only was he tucking into an ice cream from behind the wheel, he also managed to wave his thanks to me for letting him past and then take a roundabout. Either he's
the best driver I’ve ever seen, or the most negligent. I can’t, for the life of
me, work out which.
I don’t think
he’d thought the situation through. Starting a Cornetto in transit may be fine, but what
happens when you reach the latter stages? Separating the wrapper from the
cornet can be a tricky business. You’d have to pull into a layby to finish it.
At least he
wasn’t as bad as the motorist I once spotted in an Irish petrol
station, who refuelled her car whilst holding a lit cigarette in the same hand as the pump. That time, my heart was truly in my mouth.