Where do you want to go today?

Yesterday night after a visit at the movies (we've seen "Wallace and Gromit. The Chase for the Giant Rabbit") I rose mightily on the open-ended scale of esteem in the eyes of one of our new colleagues. This is because I drove right up to the McDonald's in BT's pedestrian zone with Smørebrød to get a Chickenburger. However, I have to throw in that this happened at around 22:30.

People use the strangest contraptions to come to work. This is what somebody uses to transport himself to GSP, as seen on GSP's parking lot these last days:



And to continue the tradition of car-related posts, have a look at this. Try to guess which automobile (one 5dr estate wagon, one 2dr convertible) belongs to a) a bachelor-style-living, 28-years-old guy, and b) to a (probably married), white-haired professor in his sixties:



PS: Several hours later, it occurred to me that I misquoted my own age. I'm 27.