As I am pattering around my beloved’s apartment while she is in her office, I hear a car engine in the street running past the apartment building. Vroom-vroom, vroom-vroom. I get so annoyed after a while that I go to the window. As soon as I open it, I see a yellow sports car down the street. And it is a Mercedes, too. “Asshole,” I mumble to myself. And then the light changes and the long line of cars starts moving. It is not the sports car that is making the noise, though. In fact, it is quite silent. A couple of cars behind it, there is an old Peugeot that is making all the noise. Vroom-vroom, vroom-vroom. A young man is behind the steering wheel, it goes without saying. He has beefed up the car engine so as to gun it to his heart’s content. “Asshole,” I repeat to myself. “The poor Mercedes is only making him fucking jealous…”