I hate how ipodestrians navigate the streets. They have no concept of personal space. They don't hear the harried footfall behind them, the crazy person shouting that you're trying to avoid while they iplod along in a straight line, blocking your path, etc.
"iPodon me, sir, could you move out of my fucking way? I know you're jamming out to Yo La Tengo, but could you maybe intermittantly check in to your surroundings?"
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