People Watchin

I like this guy.
For a lot of reasons.
But mostly because he’s not behind the wheel of monstrous Cadillac, trying to ruin my life while I make my way home from work.
Like some of his pals.
A group of people with hands firmly planted at 10 and 2. A cozy distance from the windshield.
How easily they forget that the lines are our friends.
[Little Italy, NYC]