he’s brought a ludicrously capacious bag. what’s even in there, huh? flat shoes for the subway? his lunch pail? i mean, greg, it’s monstrous. it’s gargantuan. you could take it camping. you could slide it across the floor after a bank job.
The thing about Chicago drivers is that they’re so bad that it’s just comical to me. I don’t even get road rage anymore, I’m just so in awe of the fact that everyone drives like they’re actually 2 kids stacked in a trench coat trying to operate a vehicle.