Churlish

Only an unimaginative churl would write about his distaste of SUVs, even if he's becoming increasingly maddened by drivers who loiter in parking lots with running engines and tightly sealed windows. His sniveling commentary might continue with an obligatory joke about the names of the sun-blocking behemoths- something about Redwoods, Yukons, Sequoias and Montanas. But such a self-righteous screed might unfairly offend the handful of people he knows who drive the vehicles for valid reasons, including parents of large broods, owners of lawn services and extreme agoraphobics. Thank goodness I'm not a jerk.