Damn fool drivers
A man and his friend stand on the corner of Howe and Nelson waiting for the light to change so they can cross the street. When the signal does change, four cars, two in each lane, remain stuck in the intersection, waiting for the traffic ahead of them to clear.
The man bursts into a sudden rage.
"What the fuck, people? Where did you learn to fucking drive?"
He pounds the hood of each car with his fist has he walks along the crosswalk, weaving between the gridlocked vehicles.
"Go back to Surrey, you fucking redneck drivers! Surrey is that way!"
He points eastward.
"Surrey is fucking that way! Go back to fucking Surrey! If you don't fucking know how to drive, you don't belong fucking downtown!"
He reaches the opposite corner, and his yelling tapers off.
At the corner of Howe and Robson, the main waits to cross to the east, toward the Chapters bookstore, still with his friend, who is whispering to him inaudibly.
"I don't care," he responds, a little too loudly. ". . . should still go back to fucking Surrey, I say. Surrey is fucking that way. . . . It's that way. Damn fool drivers. . . ."
The man bursts into a sudden rage.
"What the fuck, people? Where did you learn to fucking drive?"
He pounds the hood of each car with his fist has he walks along the crosswalk, weaving between the gridlocked vehicles.
"Go back to Surrey, you fucking redneck drivers! Surrey is that way!"
He points eastward.
"Surrey is fucking that way! Go back to fucking Surrey! If you don't fucking know how to drive, you don't belong fucking downtown!"
He reaches the opposite corner, and his yelling tapers off.
At the corner of Howe and Robson, the main waits to cross to the east, toward the Chapters bookstore, still with his friend, who is whispering to him inaudibly.
"I don't care," he responds, a little too loudly. ". . . should still go back to fucking Surrey, I say. Surrey is fucking that way. . . . It's that way. Damn fool drivers. . . ."