Am I Being Unreasonable = Mumsnet flypaper.
The possible do-gooders (said in a slightly mocking tone in private conversation only!) in question are the volunteers who monitor the speed of motorists in the village. I also make up stories about them, like how they’ve probably been banished from the house by their wives – almost all are men – and need something to do.
They’re giving their time to try to help keep the village safe. As a cyclist, a pedestrian, a human being, I should be appalled at myself, and hereby am. And yet… there they stand, looking down the barrel of their radar guns, humourless sentries (I've tried chatting
with a few of them). OK not always humourless; one of them jokily pointed a gun at me a few months ago as I was cruising by on my bike. At least I think it was a joke.
radar, sonar, what’s the difference Who will be my next target, the lollipop lady?