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My least favorite thing in the world is hostility. Even the smallest suggestion of personal aggression makes me wilt, no matter who I see it directed at.

So why is it when, walking down the one-way bit of Highland on Saturday noon, alongside the cars dancing slowly and intimately, I hear someone lean out of his driver's-side window and grumpily say to someone else "That ain't a parking space, Mack!" I laugh with joy?

I'm practically in tears now, just thinking about it. The world is beautiful and I will never ever understand.