People are Pigs on the Road

I recently had the honour of waiting in traffic at the intersection of Prince of Wales and Hunt Club. I guess its the thing to do when you want to cross that God-forsaken Hunt Club Bridge.

Anyways, two cars ahead of me is a white van. Not the suburban cesspool Chrysler kind of absurdity. But a van used by people who have a need other than moving their kids to another Wunderkind activity. What do I happen to see but a piece of garbage being thrown from the driver's window. When the light changed and I moved closer I saw that it was a sandwich container.

It was lunch time, and the driver, having finished his purchased sandwich, decided to release the now unnecessary container to the environment.

Charming.

But wait! There's more.

As it happens I had to pass this now erratic driver on Riverside Drive. Was it the sandwich causing him Gastrointestinal grief that was the reason for the weaving?

No.

I was the fact that he was talking on his cell phone while, with his other hand, he was reaching for something (not the steering wheel silly) above the sun visor.

Species FAIL!