I see more Foob people: Fubar in Aisle seven.

We've all noticed how much Elly loves her Crevasse SUV, haven't we? She gets a kick of bombing down the highway in her gated community on wheels like she's all Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. If I were to guess, I'd assume from her driving (and other) habits she was something I personally call a 'cart person'. That's my term for a person of average intelligence who seems to insist on trying to mow you down with her shopping cart. The reason is simple, of course. It stems from a failure to assess personal space. Without the wheeled vehicle in front of her, she knows where she leaves off and the rest of the world begins. The problem is that she either forgets or doesn't realize that the cart is a temporary extension of her person. Since she doesn't seem to notice the three or four feet in front of her she's just added on, she navigates herself as if the cart weren't there. Since it IS, despite her failure to anticipate the effects of having to push the silly thing in front of her, other people either have to back out of her way or receive a baffled apology when they get bumped into. The cause, of course, is equally simple: people have been scurrying out of the way all of her life when she had a wheeled conveyance in front of her so she never really had a chance to realize she had to be more observant.