I used to live in an apartment which had an open car park beneath my window.
One hot, heady teenage night I woke up at around 3am, no reason. Then I got up, walked to my window, opened it, stuck my head out and breathed in a huge gulp of the blossom (there was a park just t'other side of the car parking area) and car fume scented air. There I stood for a minute or two, listening to the quiet, breathing the cooler, clearer air than inside our apartment.
Brum Brum. A car comes into the parking area. I watch.
I watch as it drives, looking for a spot. I watch as the driver finds a spot with a perfect view into the cabin from my window. I watch as the car parks. I watch as the cabin light is switched on, with the lady in the passenger seat immediately disappearing beneath the dash board (dunno what that is in yankland, sorry), with just just her bobbing hair style to give her sordid actions a name...
The age old question for the lady in question?
She spat.