I love the way you rush to get in front of me at the crosswalk while waiting for the light. Because there is no way a pregnant lady with a stroller is going to cross quickly enough for you, you big important guy! Except, of course, a pregnant lady with a stroller who happens to be from New York. Thanks a lot for making it so I couldn’t walk at a normal pace and barely made it across with the light, you pack of slowpokes. And thanks especially for smoking your cigarette directly in front of my kid. That was awesome of you.