You are better than that. We are better than that. Together, we can resist the urge to fill up the spare tyre with petrol. (I almost typed that literally, which is terrifying).
So next time you see a queue, smile. Wave. Keep driving. Your tank is fine. Your wallet will thank you. And the Middle East conflict? It’s not going to be solved by your Toyota Yaris having a full tank. But your sanity might be preserved.
Now, who’s up for a coffee? I’ll drive—but only if we don’t pass a petrol station.
