Why I never want to learn how to drive

After spilling milk at work, he salvaged most with two containers, refrigerated food, and found long-expired sealed prawn crackers. He firmly rejects driving or car ownership at 27, preferring online shopping and trains, and dismissing car-dependent dating as materialistic. The shift went well: no nagging from one coworker, and another remembered his Christmas card, saying her container held breakfast.

Repeated questions expose tension between his self-defined independence and coworkers’ conventional expectations about adulthood.