So, I hire a van to take my things from my old house to my new one. I pick it up and drive a bit and pull over in a service station for a sandwich. Whilst I am eating I notice another van. Some police are there; there is activity. I watch out of the corner of my eye.
They are looking at me. One man comes over. Can you help, our van has broken, we need to get to a wedding that starts in one and a half hours? I am the father of the bride, this here is her brother. They are mad with worry. My daughter will kill me, says the dad. Yes she will, says the brother. Others are milling around. They are the caterers.