RUDENESS and BMW

Since when driving a convertible BMW and wearing a BlueTooth device on the ear gave someone the right to be a perfect asshole???

Since 2 minutes ago, it seems.

I am sitting on the patio of a coffee shop in downtown Toronto.
Enjoying a cup of quawah reading my book and minding my own business.

Loud music from afar.
Loud music from closer.
Loud music from too close.

Here's my guy, BMer and Bluetooth and all. Baseball cap bashwards.
Big Oakley shades.
Stopped at the light.
In the right lane.
Revving his engine.
Waiting impatiently for the light to turn green, so he can jump ahead of the car to his left and cut him off before he reaches the construction zone that ends His lane a few meter away from the light.

Sounds familliar?
It should, this is what driving in Toronto is like, with or without the BMW or the wireless devices.
But get this:
As the light turns green, pedestrians are not done crossing the street. Including a mother and her toddler, a little girl trotting along at her very own toddler pace.

Guess what the BMer does?
He waits patienttly? Wrrrong!

He starts honking and yelling.
Like it is his god-given right to insult anyone who comes between him and what he wants.

I don't care how much money you earn in a day that allows you to throw it out the roof of your convertible.

I don't care how important you think you are.

I don't care how late you are for your meeting.

All the money in the world cannot buy you what you need most.