Fiddler on the roof, (at least that’s where they’d be in an ideal world)
Now before you think about spending all that extra dosh to have loads of toys in the back of your motor, stop and fully digest this next bit for the sake of your future sanity. You may think the term ‘rear seat entertainment’ refers to that expensive DVD and games system some chauffeur’s have installed, but alas not because to some of the most irritating passengers on this earth, rear seat entertainment is the ability to endlessly pull, press, flick and click every conceivable button or handle in your lovely motor car.
I consider myself a rational human being but spend a two hour airport transfer flicking the the button that lowers the window and I may just restrain Fiddler with an iPhone charging cable, (see, I’ve even planned it). Every forth or fifth flick results in the window actually opening a tiny bit with the associated wind noise but does even that serve as a little hint to Fiddler they might want to cease playtime, of course it doesn’t. Then very occasionally, Fiddler will go too far and something comes off in their hand. They might tell you – doubtful, because the more likely scenario is that they’ll discreetly balance it back in place so it doesn’t look broken at all. Gotta love the Fiddler.
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