I can’t really explain why, but for some reason the idea of someone being miserable in the rear center seat of a just cracks me up.

Like, yeah, what is up with that middle seat?

I’m not sure about PhilMills_Forgot_His_Burner_Key’s hypothesis of “compliance,” I’m guessing it was more of a “ we might as well” situation in the Bentley design office–which is also kind of a weird thought.

Anyway, I found this irrationally amusing and maybe you will, too. Happy Tuesday!