March 28, 2018:
"IT'S RED!!" shouts the drunken twentyish directly into your author's ear as he steps into the crosswalk, admittedly against the light but having first carefully, you know, checked. Laughing: "Yah? What the fuck turnip truck did you fall off?", met with uncomprehending blank stares from her entire party.
Mister suit and sunglasses shades his bald head with a wide blue umbrella.
Lanky blonde milf in blue jeans and Bluetooth. "No no NO!", hand waving wildly. Apparently work has gotten off track.