"One foot on the brake and one on the gas, hey!"

"Well, there's too much traffic!
I can't pass, no!"

Things I saw this evening while walking east on Queen West, on my way to meet PF:

Various douchebags in various cars, leaning on their horns to signal their annoyance at other drivers' refusal to put themselves in harm's way by barrelling through already-jammed intersections (against the lights, obviously).

People! It is a beautiful day. It is a beautiful Friday! If you're running late, it's probably your own damn fault; you'd be late no matter what, and the two minutes you have to spend waiting to make that crucial left turn aren't going to make a lick of difference. Calm down, do your blood pressure some good, and be thankful that you're only behind schedule and not tied up in a traffic accident. Also, this incessant beeping just makes you look like a total a-hole.

And teenage boy! Who are you trying to impress by skateboarding down a very crowded sidewalk? The pedestrians do not think this is gnarly!

God, I am SO OLD.

TRACK LISTING: Sammy Hagar, "I Can't Drive 55"