I Brake for Nobody!
I see you walking there, no, I don't care.
I don't see the walker, or the stroller, not the limp, nor the cane.
I couldn't care less if you're late for work, I think nothing of those that are in a rush to get home.
I've never understood the concept of crosswalks. Nor have I considered the fact that road signs might apply to me.
My Speedometer broke minutes after I bought my car. I've got more tickets than the City of Toronto, and the highway patrolman know me by name.
My name is Terry, and yes, my brakes are broken.