Commuting on a Motorcycle

 It would have been a fine ride to work, except for a pedestrian...

 Usually it's a car cutting me off, or a ladder flying out of truck to cause grief, but today it was a guy reading the paper—while crossing the street.

I sat and waited while he leisurely held up traffic as he crossed the street reading the news. I revved at him twice to perhaps quicken his pace, but he only looked up at me and shook his head.

I couldn't help but laugh as the cars behind me began to honk in frustration. What a weirdo.