Today, I was going for a neighborhood stroll. I do a 4-mile loop. It takes a while. On mile three, while I was walking down the big road adjoining my neighborhood, this pudgy white-haired dude on a Rascal drives by me. He's not on the sidewalk. He's taking the right hand lane of traffic. This is something a bicycle might do, but he tops out at about 6 mph, so it's questionable if he should really be there. I'm sure there's some sort of bylaw that says it's okay. I don't really know.
Anyway, he stops in the middle of traffic, pulls out a bottle of water and slams it down. He tosses it aside—the litterbug!—and it lands pretty close to me. I see that it's not water at all. He's drinking and driving, haha. That shouldn't be funny, but I can tell this is the kind of guy who just doesn't care. He fires up his Rascal and toodles away at top speed. An XPO freight truck has to swerve around him. He rounds the curve and he's lost from sight. See you, Space Cowboy . . .
Why didn't I take a picture of this? I wish I would have. It almost seemed to be a skit of some sort.