I was on my bike, sitting in the left-turn lane on my way back from the gym this afternoon when a guy in a brand new red Mini convertible flicked his lit cigarette onto the ground right in front of me.
I was about to express my displeasure with his action when a guy pulled up behind him in a black Audi S4, shouting, “It’s called an ashtray, dickface!”
I couldn’t have said it better myself. And thanks to him, I didn’t have to. Thank you, my anonymous, foulmouthed friend.