At The 'Global City'

Was headed to Market Market a few days ago. While waiting in line to enter the parking lot, this is what I saw:

A modified tricycle had been pulled over by a security guard. The tricycle was driven by a man wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Inside the carriage were three or four women, a child and another man. The middle-aged women were dressed in jeans, colorful blouses and a touch of makeup. The child with them might have been about 10 or 11 years old. He was a bit chubby and wearing shorts and a t-shirt. The women leaned out listening to the guard speak, their eyes wide as they clutched their purses to their bodies. I couldn't hear what was being said.

This is what I thought:

I imagined that they were out on a family day trip. Perhaps the women work in blue-collar jobs and had spent the morning dressing up and applying makeup, excited for a day out at the mall. Maybe it was an excursion they had been planning for a while. Perhaps the tricycle was the only vehicle they had. Maybe it's used for their husbands' delivery business. It is a very functional vehicle – the type usually used for delivering water or LPG canisters. Unfortunately, I don't think it's the sort of vehicle that is allowed inside the Global City. I thought that perhaps the family felt embarrassed as car after car passed by them to enter the parking lot. Maybe the security guard was telling them that they had to leave the premises and they were trying to convince him to just let them park as they were only meters from the parking lot.

The whole thing just made me sad.