I don’t understand the motive. We all drive up to traffic lights every day, yet some individuals in our society seem to feel compelled to turn this simple act into a plea for attention, by stopping 23 meters behind the previous car.
Perhaps Mumsy didn’t give them enough love. Perhaps they were picked last for kickball too many times. Now they find the only power they wield is at the traffic lights.
You’ve seen them, too. You may even be one of them. If so, I demand you explain to the rest of us why you do it.
Then we will all step on your neck.