Just a couple things to get off my chest here.
- Dear Armenian Drivers -- the thing on your steering wheel is not a brake. It is a horn. You can tell this by the audible sound it makes. The brake is that pedal between the accelerator you love so much and the clutch you think makes another great sound. The horn and the brake are not substitutes. Pedestrians throughout the country thank you for your attention.
- What the hell is it with black Volgas? Does the spirit of the KGB invade the driver with an attitude of get-the-hell-out-of-my-way-you-peon? I have not seen one yet that did not menace.
- Cab drivers -- turn down the radio. I am trying to talk to my colleague. When you see us moving our lips but hear nothing but your crappy pop, that is not because we are mimes.
Your kind attention to these matters is greatly appreciated. Sh'norhagalootyoon.