That competitive streak

I see a chap on the station every morning who strikes me as being the single most competitive person on Gods Earth. I've watched him as he's first onto the train, first to get up and get to the doors as the train is pulling into London, first to get down to the underground platform, and first to get onto the escalator at our mutual destination. This man has no shame. Women, children and sometimes stray animals are mercilessly cut up like some four wheeled predator on the M25. But, I ask myself whether he's happy.

Seeing him first into the station car park at the end of each day, seeing him first to get into his brand new Aston Martin DB9, I've concluded that he might be.