People are annoying: part 17

Who are these clowns who text message as they walk down the street? I just came in from running some errands around the neighborhood and three times almost got blindsided by some idiot texting as he was walking, because, you know, there will hardly be any other people on the sidewalks in New York, so why bother watching where you're going.

Speaking of which, I just saw a guy who was so busy yapping on his phone as he crossed Third Avenue that he was oblivious to the fact that the lights had changed and cars were speeding toward him from a block away. A car had to slam on the brakes and screech to a halt just inches from him. And this asshole just sort of laughed then calmly continued on his way. Trust me, it would have been no great loss to the human gene pool if this fucktard had met the business end of that Chevy, but he was walking a beautiful dog that gave out a howl when he jerked its leash to keep it from being crushed by the car.

And, since I'm being grumpy today, when did the memo come down that three out of four girls walking around Yorkville now have to wear those sparkly ballet slipper things? Did I miss the New York Times fashion magazine feature saying that's the hot look for Spring?

Ahh, I remember the good old days when girls would suffer through three-inch spiky heels to look sexy. Now they go for comfort. Prima donnas.