Ever since the Kingsway Honda dealership lit up their red sign next door, I feel like we’re living in the Seinfeld episode when Kramer commented on ‘heading back to the Red Planet’ when the Kenny Rogers Roasters turned on their sign with gigantic red neon chicken atop the roof. The bright red chicken light took its toll on Kramer's sleeping schedule so he switched apartments with Jerry. I think that I’ll just invest in some decent curtains seeing as there is no one in our building that I know well enough to propose such a solution to though; that or hang a huge-ass banner from my window protesting the dealership like Kramer did...
I take the bus to work every day. More often than not, it will be pissing down rain and the bus will go whizzing by my stop with the “Bus Full” sign on the front leaving us all stranded for another 10-20 minutes until another bus has room to cram us all on like sardines. To add further insult to injury, the bus sometimes has those cheeky-ass messages that only add to my rage as the bus goes flying by: Go Lions Go, Go Canucks Go, grrrrrrrrrr. And HEY, if you wear a backpack on the bus, you're an automatic asshole. Take it off already and stop hitting people in the face with your stupid crap. 
I get it, your new winter jacket is cashmere, oooooooh. But that tag on the sleeve that was there when you bought it is supposed to be cut off once you take it home from the store; instead, you look like a complete tool walking around with your “Hey! Wanna impress all your friends with this cashmere jacket?” tag still on.
