My route to work involves negotiating one of those roads where pinch points have been installed so that drivers have to play a game of ‘gentleman’s excuse me’ every morning and evening.
Cars moving in opposite directions can’t both get through, so somebody has to pull over. It’s a fascinating social experiment to see who charges through nose in the air and who either waits patiently or waves a thank-you for somebody else who has waited.
The big surprise is that it’s often middle-class men and women of 50-plus who don’t see why they should be polite to fellow motorists.
Meanwhile White Van Man and even pockmarked lads in baseball caps and Citroen Saxos are happy to raise their hand in acknowledgement.