So I'm walking across the street in my lovely hood and this Ashton Kuchar-esque hipster, y'know, wimpy beard, half-moon haircut, blank gaze, almost runs me over in his car because he's on a cell phone (whoda thunk?) and rolls over the stop sign. I point at him and say, "Hey, there's a stop sign there." Kuchar-esque ignores me, still on the phone. I walk to the other side of his window and say, "Hey dickhead, get off the phone!" He still refuses to acknowledge me and drives on. The level of self-absorption here would crush sponges. Have a nice day.