I saw an SUV get stuck in the snow today. No, not in a huge snow-drift. Just a little pile of snow on the ramp to the parking lot.
The driver was riding alone, of course, in his gas-guzzling, smog-spewing, planet-warming, road-hogging monstrosity. And unfortunately, I didn’t see him get stuck. I just noticed the plumes of smoke in the corner of my eye. It was coming from his tires, which were spinning in place as he revved the engine in vain. They stank, too, with an acrid, repulsive smell. Soft rubber, burning.
The driver eventually had to have his SUV pushed out by two guys who were waiting for the bus. It was the high point of my day.