Targets on board

The car park at the local shopping centre is never less than bustling. Overflowing, you might say, if body-mass index were included in the equation.

Now, imagine dealing with two-thirds of the cars being ludicrously oversized suburban assault vehicles (over and around which it's impossible to see anything) driven by sturdy mums with little, if any, peripheral vision or vehicular aptitude, and then consider being confronted by smug little decals about their precious inhabitants:

How many points is that?