As The Metrobus Turns, Rage Mode Edition

I am sitting next to two young men who, in an obvious attempt to avoid my legendary wrath, are playing their "gangsta rap" loudly through the speakers of their phones, thus bypassing those pesky headphones.

Indulge me for a moment, dear readers, as I attempt to describe the culprits in this most egregious of crimes. The first young man is about 6'5 and might weigh 120 pounds after a big meal. It seems he is studying to be a clown, judging by the gigantic shoes he is wearing. He is also wearing "shorts," despite it being a chilly 7 celsius and rainy. However, these shorts are voluminous to the extent that they would comfortably fit me and a pair of supermodels...at the same time. They also reach his shin, just above the ankle. It appears someone has taken issue with his musical misbehaviour, and in doing so smacked his baseball cap, the peak of which sits at a 30 degree angle to his nose. Under this hat, his hood is up. It may be raining, but not inside the bus. His cohort is similarly attired, though he appears to be on his way to a sporting event. I can think of no other reason to wear rip-away pants today.

For the past 15 minutes these two fine, upstanding members of society have taken it in turns, blasting their profanity-laced rhythmic poetry in a bus with no less than 4 people under 10. At some point, someone somewhere suggested to them that this was appropriate behaviour. That, more than anything, scares me.

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