Entertainment is watching some botoxed, aneroxic, lacrosse mom (soccer is soooo 90s) try and park one of those behemoths (especially the Ford Excursion, which I believe comes with its own zip code and an aboriginal tribe living somewhere in its nether regions) at the local mall, especially when they're in a hurry to catch the latest Macy's sale in a vain attempt to keep up with the other faux sophisticates in their over-priced, tract homed, gated communities.
(lame humor alert, I'm not attacking the middle class or trying to join the liberal elite, just poking fun)
(full disclosure, I drive a 1990 Toyota 4rnr, but in my defense, I camp, kayak, backpack and generally hangout in places only my trusty little 4x4 will go and I live in snow country, wheewh, I'm not sure I can handle these crappy attempts at humor, lot of work, knowing you people will be scouring my every word to skewer me with'em at the drop of a hat . . . how's that for mixed metaphors, see ya tomorrow . . .
