monday

a skinny lady driving a bus, screaming at a man with dreads who stood obstinately next to his car, blocking her path and all the traffic behind her as far as could be seen.
two pennies embedded heads-up in a chunk of tar.
a man driving a car with a bullhorn mounted to the top. as he weaved down the street he yelled into the microphone something that was likely religious and unmistakably fanatical. between what sounded like prophecies (but could easily have been advertisements) he left the microphone on so all the residents and commuters could hear the small car noises gentle coughs and frustrated sighs of an everyman fanatic in traffic.