‘Drive-in Cafes. Drive-In Football Stadiums. Drive-in Universiti S. Drive-In Everything. You Know It Makes Sense'

I went into a drive-through Bunnings for the first time the other day. For those who haven’t experienced the sheer delight of it, you bypass the parking lot and drive straight into the lumber department, so you can load planks straight into your car, then just drive away, while the staff run behind you shouting about “paying for it”, or something. I dunno, I had the stereo up pretty loud.

- Tim Keen

My only regret is that it’s only for the lumber department, and that you can’t drive through the rest of the aisles. Because not only would that be fun, but I’d finally get to see what’s in aisle 300, since there’s no way to make it the entire length of a Bunnings without a team of Iditarod sled dogs leashed to your trolley.

But it did get me thinking about how the ultimate solution to our social-distancing problems isn’t face masks or personal responsibility. It’s driving. Everywhere. All the time. No mask can match the hermetic seal of a modern car, and even the smallest subcompact exceeds the 1.5m distancing requirements.

What we need is drive-through supermarkets.