The shirt reads: “GREETINGS FROM THE SCHOOL PICKUP LINE,” on a vintage postcard.
The scene inside is a proper holiday postcard — blue sky, a palm tree, a low sun over the sea — except the foreground is a line of cars queuing nose to tail.
It is a holiday you did not take, at a destination you visit every single afternoon. The postcard format is what turns twenty minutes of waiting into a place.
For parents on the school run, and for anyone who has learned the exact time to arrive to avoid the back of the queue.
