To the pair who were in the tricked-out Prelude up ahead of me on Broadway, the one with the special Columbine license plate with the “Respect Life” motto on it.
The sentiment would be more admirable if you didn’t open your sun roof, balance your drink cup on top of it, then weave your way down the street until it falls off, leaving the cup, lid, and straw as litter to be picked up.
Twice.