Tires screeched violently across the floor, scratching against the gravel causing a beaten up old car to corner a bend rather sharply. The driver floored the gas pedal, spinning the wheels back in the opposite motion, feeding a flame. The engine roared sending the car gearing forward at an alarming speed. Other cars adorning the road beeped their horns whilst trying to veer out the way of the incoming vehicle.

A blue light flashes reflecting off the side door of the out of control car. Police hot in pursuit as the vehicle breaks every speed limit. Smoke starting to rise from the tires repeatedly skidding across the tarmac. Eventually the car pulls into a car park, ricocheting like a bullet between other delicately parked vehicles. The screeching sounds once again as the car finally comes to a stop just inches away from a shop window. Police cars slam in around, blocking the car into position.

The driver calmly steps out the vehicle at the command of many officers shouting. He looks back at the shop door as handcuffs are tightened around his wrists.

“Sir, were you aware of the speed you were doing?” The officer asked.

“Obviously not fast enough if you beat me here.” He replied without remorse.

“All I wanted was the last jar of Nutella!”