Those vendors at intersections are annoying, and I have this terrible nightmare of hitting one of them whilst going through a green light at full tilt.
Worse are the buggers at shopping centers, whether Avondale or Fife Avenue. I mean really, is it necessary to shout “Airtime! Airtime!” through my window as I’m leaving the Fife shops?
If I wanted the airtime, I’d have called YOU, or I’d have answered the first time, dummy!
Then this bugger wanted to sell me all sorts of crap this morning at Avondale shops. Yelling “Boss! Boss! Boss!” as I’m parked, cold chillin’ listening to Power FM won’t get you any custom, bugger.
Who the hell buys garden shears on the street anyway?
Keep your Chinese shit.