I pull up to University and Lake, 12:30 am on a Saturday, midsummer to see a drunk guy sitting in the middle of the intersection talking on his cellphone.
Bro! Where is everybody? I'm inna middl'a parkin' lot, WAITING!
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Gotta go--later, man.
Then he laboriously stood up, gave me the finger, and stumbled over to the curb, where he sat down and pulled out his cellphone again.
Jaywalking would have been an improvement.