This evening, whilst waiting for the bus, I observed the following: an older white mercedes SUV, with huge gaudy rims and two white-rapper-wannabees (complete with the over-the-top hooded sweatshirts, and the passenger tapping on his cell phone) come to a tire-squirming stop at the light.

The jostled passenger looked up and said something angrily with a motion of the hand to the driver. To my absolute amazement, the driver stared him down for a few seconds with a "what's the matter with you?" look, and pointed to the traffic light where a "no turn on red" sign. The passenger responds with incredulousness, is stared down some more, and returns to his cell phone.