Ra’anana, 29 July 2014.

Car, abandoned. Driver, a bandit.

Yes, that’s the pavement he has partly parked on. Yes, that’s the road he’s partly sticking out into. Yes, that’s the driver to the right. He noticed me taking a picture of his car.

You would have been very proud of me. I berated him entirely in Hebrew. Not a single Anglo-Saxon expletive left my lips.

It was, indeed, a parking masterclass. Pedestrians? Sod them? Zebra crossing? What’s that?  What a fine example this apparently orthodox chappie set. Doesn’t he look so proud of his work? What an utter…